Diseases haunt us all.


Aids !

I'm a desease that spreads far and local...
Picky I'm not at killing h--o's!

In the headlines,I'm spreading confusion...
Being contracted through a blood transfusion!

I'm God's way of saying no...
Do it now and tomorrow you'll go!

A cure for me cannot be found...
Attacking your system as relentless as a prison's Bloodhound!

Faster and faster as I fill my quota..
Deathtolls are up,as History I've wrota!

Needles of drugs for a fix...
Unclean whores are your choice of tricks!

Changing your ways,your soul you may save...
Or keep going your course ending up in your grave!






Poetry by Michael Jeffrey Gale
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Written on 2006-11-18 at 01:50

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