Many Germs Poem by JOE POEWHIT

They all just went wild.
All around in fashion style.
In the nose - cough to show.
Whats wrong with the stomach below?
Just don't feel so well.
Many dying - going to hell.
Radio said, 'FLU WITH LOVE'.
Over the cofin - coughing dove.
All around the germs are loose.
Suicide time - find a golden noose.
Doctor feel over stone dead.
Drug trip - right inside my head.
T.V. said, 'WORLD JUST ABOUT GONE'.
Animals are all dead on the farms.
Let me pray to GOD right now.
Over my head dirt from the plow.

from my poem book DREAMS 2