About Heart Attack
How do they hit us: Rude shocks?
You wait until your heart locks:
From sent clinic: the raw facts,
With God making the last parts...
Coronary a seizure,
Quite silly exact measure;
The plague you may just picture
For a straight warning lecture:
Heart attack an assassin
That strikes bases not on sin...
Sure, its a Cardiac Arrest
Working closely with unrest:
For the famous who can't rest
Because he must give one's best:
The Bishop to taste arrest
For the safe lives he did waste
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