They asked me if I knew
Just exactly who
Sent... what was inside.
The letter that I'd
Quickly set aside.
I guess you know the rest.
Doctors took a test.
And... what do you suppose?
The test result shows
Anthrax up my nose.
So I scoffed, and brushed that letter off.
So what if it's from Riyadh?
But today, my cough won't go away,
And now I'm postal mad.
Like Brokaw said with lust:
"In Cipro, We Trust"
They took all my clothes.
Now everybody knows
There's anthrax up my nose.
Copyright © 2001 by Valerie
F. de Daulles
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