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I thought it was a myth,

I thought it was a lark!

I saw sullen, gaunt, faces,

And inwardly cried out my jealousy,

As I saw a supermodel walk in front of me!

I wished secretly that I had it - Aids -

It seemed like a permanent weightloss pill,

That would ensure success in the modern world.

I walked around with a fantasy in my mind,

Of what I would look like with Aids;

I thought it'd be great!

That it would powder my skin, and sharpen up my cheeks,

And give me the kind of body that I could only dream about;

I would hear the word and almost orgasm,

I would see a sickly face, and wish for it to smile and me;

Oh how I wanted to be one with Aids!

i couldn't wait - I wouldn't get it out of my mind;

It was like I was caught in a zone where I had a sustained theory -

I even wrote a paper on my myth about Aids;

My teacher thought it appalling, my headmaster thought it fit for a parental conference.

I whistled through it as concerned tongues tried to tell me how delusioned I was;

But I didn't care - I thought I was right,

I thought that I had discovered in my observations the golden grail of weightloss,

The diet to give me a life more glamorous;

I finally picked up a face that was that of eternal sorrow,

Of sickness, and disease, and fridgid fright;

I had a magical night, and a welcoming day;

I stepped on the scales constantly,

To see if my pill had begun to work;

When seeing I was a way off,

I decided to go on the hunt.

I picked up at seminars, conferences,

And even spent some personal time with some special guests at charity conferences;

Then magically I got my wish -

I got pale like a snow queen, my features became gaunt;

But then I started to feel sick, and weary, cold, and damp -

I sweated throough night and days feeling like something rotten.

I went to the doctor for a pick me up,

But after a blood test all they could do was shake their heads;

I was dying, and there was nothing I coould do,

I had full blown Aids;

Oh, I wish I could have cheered,

But all I coould do was cry -

I was doomed to die.

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