This is a free-verse poem I wrote about my ex-girlfirend finding someone new. |
The virus has struck me with all of its force I feel like vomiting or clawing out my eyes But that wouldn’t help, and would only make me cry I wish the virus would just leave by now But it doesn’t, it stays to harass me and my thoughts The virus was fun before it was noticed I wish the virus was just a amputated limb Then I couldn’t deny that it was gone But with a missing limb, I’d have a difficult time And I wouldn’t be able to light my cigarette I wish for lots of things within my life But now I wish the virus would just die The virus probably infected someone else much worse And someone has likely infected the virus How quickly this virus had spread, to my brain and other parts I hate to admit, it spread to my heart But that sounds real gay, I assure you it’s not If I had one wish, the virus would return Not to stick around, but to slash and burn Then I wouldn’t miss this disease so much I’d be better off within myself I want to vomit all over the floor When I hear of another virus that infects you through the rear Such a disgusting virus it sounds But my old virus will make it better, for the other virus it seems In any event, I’ll get infected again I suppose it’s just a matter of when I hope it happens soon I’m running out of antibiotics |