Monday, May 30, 2005

Ferreting through old journals.. and
in celebration of memorial day, here's a little rhyme I wrote back when I was 17, right after 9/11 when there was the big Anthrax scare. It is set to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey."

I hope I have Anthrax
I hope I'm diseased
and I hope I spread it
with every sneeze

I get a letter
wrongly adressed
It says "to the White house"
Damn, I'm impressed

Well, I'm sure old Georgey
won't mind if I peeked
I'm a good citizen
(even if I'm a freak)

I open the envelope
take a deep breath
In comes the Anthrax
to summon my death

Ah.. wartime teen angst.

posted at 11:53 AM |