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The Anthrax by Dr. Spoofs


At the far end of town

Where the tiny spore grows

and the wind brings pain and death when it blows

and nothing lives; not even old crows...

in the street was the deadly Anthrax.

And deep in the dry grass, some people say,

if you look hard enough you can still see today

where the anthrax once laid

and bodies decayed

before somebody deconned the Anthrax away.

And what was the Anthrax?

And why was it there?

And how did the wind blow and spread it somewhere

from the far end of town where the sparse grass grows?

The chem specialist still works here.

Ask him, HE knows.

You won't see the chem guy.

You can't knock on his door.

He stays in his tent, with dirt for a floor.

He decons equipment in a place you can't reach

And launders uniforms with Super Tropical Bleach.

And on moonless, dark nights in Summer

he peeks

out of the tent

and sometimes he speaks

and tells you how the Anthrax was deconned away.

He'll tell you, perhaps...

if you're willing to pay

attention to whatever

he has to say.

At the end of the tent

he sits down real hard

and studies the name on your

protective mask card.

He'll measure your face

from the desk where he sits

and issues your mask

and makes sure that it fits.

Then he stashes your mask card

away in a box

and weighs the lid down

with two or three rocks

Then he grunts, "I will call you by field telephone,

for the secrets I tell you are for your ears alone."

RRRRING!

You lift the field telephone up to your ear,

and the specialist's whispers are not very clear

since they have to come over

a reel of field wire

The volume is low-

It can't get any higher.

"Now I'll tell you," he says, with his face turning gray,

"how the Anthrax was lifted and taken away...

It all started way back...

such a long, long time back..."

Way back in the days when the grass was still green

and the sky was stlii blue

and the air was still clean

came Soviet missiles dropping from space...

One morning I came to this hideous place

And I found the first spores!

The Anthrax spores!

The microscopic hard-shelled Anthrax spores!

Drifting mile after mile on the fresh morning breeze

were the spores that drive living things down to their knees.

I saw our guys donning their chemical suits-

with hooded masks, gloves and green vinyl boots.

But those spores! Those spores!

Those Anthrax spores!

All day I'd been searching

for spores such as those.

They get in your lungs

and all over your clothes.

They have a shell as hard as a nail

and the smell, they tell me,

is musty and stale.

I felt a great twinge

of pain in my back.

I was trained what to do!

I unloaded my pack.

I mixed up the bleach

and sprayed all around

and soaked all the spores

that covered the ground.

But a stiff breeze came up

and blew away each

of the spores not covered

with Super Tropical Bleach.

I yelled at our leader,

"What DO we do now?

What do we do?

When, where, why and how?'

He said we must do a wind vector plot

on an overlay showing

areas downwind now hot.

The spores reached a distance of thirty kilometers.

We measured the distance on our Humvee odometers.

On a ninety degree angle

from where they came down

the Anthrax spores landed

on country and town.

"There are millions and billions!

What can we do?

We're just a small biological

decontamination crew.

So call out the Army, Marines,

and the Navy!"

shouted a hysterical Captain,

a fellow named Davy.

The soldiers were shaking and very much scared.

So I entered the tent as quietly as I dared.

As I walked to the front, I saw General McKew.

He glared at my chem suit and said,

"Just WHO are YOU?"

I said, "I am the chem guy. I speak about Anthrax.

I have been well trained and I know all the facts.

Tell the civilians that the best place to hide

is to go into their homes and shelter inside.

Take some large buckets and go fill up each

with a 9 to 1 ratio of water and bleach.

Tape up all the windows and cracks around doors.

Wipe down the furniture and mop up the floors.

As soon as they've finished and their houses all clean

they're minds will relax, if you know what I mean."

Said the General, "It's great to wash down walls and floors,

but how do we clean up this mess out of doors?"

"Check out the map-and this distance! Oh, dear.

The area's too big for the Army to clear."

"We need something quick and we need it today

to make sure that those Anthrax spores don't blow away."

I said, "General, we need a huge sprayer to reach

all the spores on the ground from here to the beach."

He called up the Air Force and said, "Please come quick,

before the civilians around here get sick."

So the Air Force flew over with chemical sprayers,

covering the landscape with layers and layers

of Super Tropical Bleach before rain came around

and washed all the Anthrax spores

into the ground

where they could lurk in the earth

for many a year

until favorable conditions let them reappear.

By thew time sundown came, our mission was over.

We destroyed all the Anthrax

from Philly to Dover.

I cleaned up my equipment and put it away

in case it was needed on some other day.

But please heed my warning...

Watch the weather conditions, for you never know

If the Anthrax might come back

when the soft breezes blow.

With apologies to Dr. Seuss and the "Lorax".


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