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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2235605
A redaction poem, from 'Anthrax' by Gang Of Four (Andy Gill)
Anthrax – Gang Of Four (Andy Gill)

Woke up this morning desperation A.M.
What I've been saying, won't say them again
My heads not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of Anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing aren't good for my health
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of Anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of Anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of Anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch


Anthrax

This morning, desperation,
saying:
my head’s not empty,
I’m thinking.
Like a beetle on it’s back -
no way to get up.
Anthrax,
something I don’t want to catch.
Ought to control my mind;
sunshades
aren’t good for my health.
Love -
a case of Anthrax
I don’t want to catch.
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