Friday, March 27, 2009

Poetry: "Disease"

Poetry: "Disease",  "It's too damned hot"
                
 "Disease"


         He came down with a disease
         Was told there was a cure
          But his health and life
          Was on the cutting-room floor

          "It's Too Damned Hot"

           It's one hundred degrees in the shade
           It's even too hot to get laid
           Even so, I must work to get paid
            I hope this damned heat it will fade
            I Curse the hot Centigrade
            The Environmental Police they should raid
            The Oil and Car co.'s tirade
            That reducing emissions 'hurts trade.'





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