Asthma 2
It hits targets like A Blizzard,
Victim, breathing-wise A Lizard;
Amynophilline in one’s vein
Expected Rescue sometimes vain…
For widening The Air Chambers
And dousing of The Red Embers
Marax Tabs that quicken The Heart Beat
But effects not often The Sweet…
Helped by Cough you are just finished!
You hang on to life, The Punished!
Heaven or Hell you just wait for me:
Have I not tasted as Hot Tea?
One’s love-making strength quite dubious,
No woman gives one looks serious:
Then judge its Atrocious Mischief
That leaves The Hurt in Numbing Grief…
Then who ranks it below Cancer
Might not win uniform answer
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