I'm a desease that spreads far and local, <br />Picky I'm not at killing homo's! In the <br />headlines, I'm spreading confusion, Being <br />contracted through a blood transfusion! I'm <br />God's way of saying no, Do it now and <br />tomorrow you'll go! A cure for me cannot be <br />found, Attacking your system as relentless <br />as a prison's Bloodhound! Faster and faster as <br />I fill my quota, Deathtolls are up, as <br />History I've wrota! Needles of drugs for a <br />fix, Unclean whores are your choice of <br />tricks! Changing your ways, your soul you <br />may save, Or keep going your course ending <br />up in your grave! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Michael Jeffrey Gale <br /> <br />Copyright ©2005 Michael Jeffrey Gale<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aids-3/
