| Kevin Brown | IP: 
 
 ..Break the Ice..BadNews
 
 I’m a doctor on my break reading a book about fears
 When I take time to think about mine over the years
 I keep thinking of diagnosin’ sluts, whores and queers
 I cant tell ‘em they got aids cause I fear the tears…
 
 Its about 4 pm its getting late
 One last patient left on my plate
 A young woman about 24
 Come in and locks the door
 He eyes are dark, her face pale
 And she cant stand up without holding the rail
 Sick, and weak what does she want from me
 “Doctor, please help me.. I think I got HIV”
 Shit! Oh no! Worst dreams come true..
 Think.. think… what the fuck can I do?
 “Darling sit down, let me do a blood test”
 Try to remain calm… ill do my best
 
 Checkin’ DNA, lets see what I’ll find
 HIV positive horrid thought run in my mind
 She just sits there, numb, nothing to do
 Just hopin for the best, what else can she do
 I ask about her sex life as I recheck the door
 “Doctor, I should have told you… I’m a Main street whore”
 
 How’m I gonna tell her… I gotta be nice…
 “Excuse me, im sorry, but I gotta break the ice”
 
 You have HIV, I don’t know what to say
 But im glad you came to see me right away
 I urge you not to have sex; don’t spread the disease
 I hope you make the right decision, don’t fuck.. please!!
 “I’m Poor” she screamed, as the world echoed a tear
 She started crying, even before I said she had less than a year
 “Shhhh… don’t cry..” try to calm her down
 then she see’s the medical report and shes even more let down
 “I’m going to die” she yelled as she reached for her pocket
 she pulled out a knife attached to a locket
 Cut her wrists and ran away from me
 Ran down the hallway as her soul was set free
 The locket opened and it showed a little boy
 About 4 or 5 huggin a stuffed toy
 She had a child, no way he can be alone
 So again bad news, he’s in a foster home
 
 A week passes and I go home at 5
 And they know I got news, they see it in my eyes
 I tell ‘em again I gotta break the ice
 And again, I have to pay a terrible price
 The blood from her wrists dripped into a cut
 Into my veins, the disease of a slut
 I’ve been diagnosed with HIV
 And this time my worst fears are only about me…
 
 
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