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The Big Apple Meets Ebola

Ebola has my name on it, the Doctor Who came back with Ebola In New York, yes you heard me right His name is Mr. Spencer, I’m a Spencer, he rode the subway in the dark And he went bowling a week after He came back, and he only went To the hospital very sick This is dementia of the public system And the main stream media Is being blacked out by the Czar Appointed by Obama, he’s a lawyer by trade Are you surprised that Ebola Can hitch a ride with a Doctor without borders? There are no borders for a pandemic It increases exponentially And peaks sometime in 2017 I’m sorry to be the first to break The News, but Ebola is running wild Somewhere in New York, somewhere near you There could be a city that has it already And do you think the media would let you know?
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wuji-shiu
Published
Oct 23, 2014
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#poetry#in#new#york#2014#plague#october#ebola#pandemic
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