by Thomas Provençal
I am corona virus.
I only want to live.
I’ll lay my claim inside you
and expect you to forgive
me for the mess I leave behind
me cause I’m just a little guy
that was borne into your body
from the air where I could fly.
I’ll only throw a party
of contagion for a while,
two weeks my normal limit;
we’ll do it up in style.
Invite your friends and family
to a merry meet and greet.
I’ll send along some progeny
they’ll carry to the street.
We like to spread profusely
and join the human race
but a weakened immune system
can end a person’s days.
Our goal is to proliferate
as benignly as we can,
selecting healthy human hosts
to carry out our plan.
