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Biohazard Poem

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Every morning,

Gather on the train.

Fallen into the routine,

everything's the same.

A cough is all it seemed,

How harmless it must be.

Cough, cough, sneeze.

Careful where you breathe.

Cough, cough, sneeze.

Don’t sit next to me.

Patient Zero never knew,

he became a biohazard scene.


Doctors never knew,

what virus it could be.

Something so horrible,

I wouldn't dare dream.

Three circles show my fear,

of a biohazard scene. 

Cough, cough, sneeze.

Careful where you breathe.

Cough, cough, sneeze.

Don’t sit next to me.

Patient Zero never knew,

he became a biohazard scene.

Cough, cough, sneeze.

Blood Stain on my Sleeve.

Cough, cough, sneeze.

God help me.


Blood on my collar,

Put a symbol on me.

When you are contagious,

you can't be free.

Spreading to the ones you love,

Making it so you can't run.

A walking bio-hazard,

I have become. 

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