Here is the edited, titled, easier to follow - poem that I wrote;
(I have had PD 22 yrs, & was a participent in the GDNF phase II trial)

Who was the Villain at the GDNF Table?
Some mice and friends were: -

Chewing on an allegory of the plasticity of time
While playing with elusive dream-strands within the mind
About chemicals of passion, sloth, curiosity and drive
Mixed, pondered, listed, discussed, survived,

And how brains whose complexity - patterned from Divine
Conceal strength & purpose, a true measurement denied
(This annoyed patients and baffled scientists alike.
And earnest doctors tip toe a labyrinth of land mines.)

Fearsome consideration waning, contemplating – what was truth
Inexplicably they, one by one, (after howling to the moon)
Began to understand why - they had disappeared the room
Here is the magic-story-riddle they’d been humming out of tune:

“Weevils supped at a table with grasshoppers and swine
In chambers owned by flies elegantly dressed “to the nines”
A menu of bacon maggots was toasted to, with locust wine
And they all said “these placebos are the best on which to dine.”
* * *

We were vulnerable, hopeful; willed - the finish line into sight.
Set before us, was a choice, and for it, we risked lives.
But of all the fears we fought, how can it be, one of the lies
A Placebo’s unknown factor – held royal flush, & lethal smile.

Symptom relief victory we lived, & testified
The – no longer vanquished monster now with mouth open wide
Is again eating up our futures & decimating lives
Told, our sacrifice – a failure? What rot. We are NOT mice!