Reading “The Poisoner’s Handbook” by Deborah Blum. Remarkable tales of true-crime and the tools of the trade in the 1920’s. I loved the tales of criminals, coroners, cops and kooks who made poison such a prevalent pastime.
Speaks became real Jan. 20
Where hootch of all kind sold aplenty
As Prohibition ground hard
The local boneyard
Was stuffed with the rich cognoscenti
Down in the Bowery, the Smoke
Is a drink that will soon make you choke
It’s pure alcohol
Charcoal filtered through coal
This poison is really no joke
Outlaw Poetry 