No Cure Poem by Shepard Tootsie roll

A disease with no cure no end family's are separated tens by tens is spreads through the ground the air the water and the sky soon this disease will infect all of man kind nothing to love to touch to see as you know your brain will be uncontiouse for the time being but is it just temporary or is it forever can this disease kill you NEVER! The doctor said no please do not panic this will end soon but he didn't say that my life would end too