'Anthrax, and a lover called Cipro'
my true love
you came an saved me
with no arms of your own
you washed down to the soul of me
giving righteousness in the pit of me
and i screamed out the motto
dum spiro, spero: while I breathe, I hope
and wonder why it took you two year
to call out my name, and save me
from the wrong perilously medical pills of over expose Amoxicillin
and sadly i new (knew) i would not be saved for long
it still lives in my lung and when i smile my teeth
the doc says is anthrax to the out!
and this will be my end
for the best way to infect in ut
is to case it at someone window fan
and let the dust ring out!!
by:lyricvixen bares the true
Disclaimer: THE Poem Does NOT Provide Medical Advice AND IS FOR Information Purposes Only. IT IS NOT Intended TO BE A Substitute FOR Professional Medical Advice OR Treatment.13 years ago abuse • dark • pain • true
Anthrax
By Tom Wright
10/14/2001
Silently mobile,
Produces anxiety,
Offensive bacteria,
Relegates caution,
Emitter of fear,
Stealer of life.
INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION
The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin
The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete
I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show
You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar
Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed
Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
And even the band knew I love you more than anyone
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. VAMPIRE FOAM
fresh mist in one step
gone before day breaks out sun
blood drain from wrong cow
"Anthrax, and a lover called Cipro"
my true love
you came an saved me
with no arms of your own
you washed down to the soul of me
giving righteousness in the pit of me
and i screamed out the motto
dum spiro, spero: while I breathe, I hope
and wonder why it took you two year
to call out my name, and save me
from the wrong perilously medical pills of over expose Amoxicillin
and sadly i new (knew) i would not be saved for long
it still lives in my lung and when i smile my teeth
the doc says is anthrax to the out!
and this will be my end
for the best way to infect in ut
is to case it at someone window fan
and let the dust ring out!!
by:lyricvixen bares the true
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