If everyone says this is a good poem I may send it into a magazine
and into the band .....so hope you all enjoy

My black and green poison:

Everytime they start to play,
The poison starts to run through my veins,
It starts out green then fades to blessed black,
Without I have withdrawals and am poison lack.
The sound of his voice sends me flying,
Without his voice I feel like crying,
Just hearing his voice gets me hot,
You may think I'm joking but I'm not.
This poison runs so deep within me,
Only a true fan can feel and see,
The way the music can make you feel,
Like a part of the Heavens has become real.
Yes its a drug that I am glad to say I am addicted to,
This poison that runs though me is true.
The excasty I feel when the music plays,
Has set a fire within me,no a roaring blaze,
It cannot be put out by any other voice,
I have to listen to him,I have no choice.
He sings to my heart with every song,
I know deep down it won't take long,
For my black and green poison to take me over,
And it sinks deep within my the bite of a dog named rover.
This poison you ask me now tell me when,
She is going to tell its its a band initials TON,
The feeling inside me is so erotic,
Makes me want to dance like exotic.
Wishing to meet Peter face to face,
Anytime yes anywhere,yes anyplace,
To tell him what his music does to me,
Then maybe he can truly see.
A TON fan gone mad am I you may say,
Not if you're a true TON fan you just may,
Understand how the music can turn me on so,
Now wait a minute you say just whoa.
Music that can turn you on thats metal,
Yes turn it up and hammer the pedal,
Spare nothing when the black and green poison has taken you,
Then you can find the true TON fan inside of you.