Anthrax

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A redaction poem of the lyrics for 'Anthrax' by Gang Of Four.

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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.


Submitted: October 18, 2020

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Mike S.

Again, sounds like a groovy song, Hull

Sun, October 18th, 2020 9:49pm

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Thanks, Mike!

Sun, October 25th, 2020 7:12am

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