The Irony

Writer's Cramp (4/9/26)

NB Intended to be read aloud.

The Irony of Iron

Iron! What is it good for?

Here in the body, or Earth's molten core?
26 protons, we need with a twist—
It's the ultimate threat to all life that exists!

An all-over tan
from too heavy doses,
Makes the doctor exclaim
"It's hemochromatosis!",
From the tint of your veins,
You can see it's not good,
But when he starts to explain
"It's your blood that we'll drain..."

Wait, no! Breathe...

In chelation we'll trust,
To wash out the rust,
'fore your body collapses
from shorted synapses!
If that doesn't kill ya
just look to the stars,
To that bright ball of gas
or the surface of Mars,
Or bloody great anvils
travelling through space,
Just waiting to flatten
the human race.

Assuming of course
that we still exist,

For Sol's sure to collapse from

Nucleosynthesis.

That's the irony... of iron.