Dangerous Games.
You and me
and HIV.
Ohh, what fun
It started to be.
Now I’m scared.
What will we do?
I may die
because of you.
All was fine
till you fooled around.
See what you got
for being a clown.
We both are doomed.
We’re going to die.
Because you had to
give him a try.
He gave you
a nasty dose
of HIV.
Now, can you boast?
You’ll pay the price,
and so will I.
For your little fling
with that “other” guy.———–R. W. Johnson——(1994)