Some colds flagellate
Excited metabolisms off beat
A cow's reddened teat
We've been building up Resistance since
the days of pyramids
shuffling feet in the hot sand
singing rock and roll to the Band
Then a little bug makes its debut
smaller than a scarab it needs no preview
of throaty soars and body ills
of runny noses and cascades of pills
"If my Louis Vuitton dehumidifier didn't break down"
He said with firm conviction,
"This winter I would have steered clear of the flu."
But when warm, humid airs fill the space of our hemisphere,
Cloudy masses mix
tricks are played on tricks
There is no longer time to play on a wave of positive happiness
No time to sing for sunshine in the morning
Trembling or not I will board your ship to uncertainty
pleasure or not I will feel from the steaming engine
But by the end of your journey I hope to place my spittooned
Bug on your poached egg
Surely I will look at the mirror with glassy, red eyes
open my treasure chest in search of bursitis,
meningitis or a case of great-god-o-mightis
If only that humidifier had dehumidified what watery
molecules brought broth into my lungs
I would be singing sexy arias
As the ladies flutter their silk hand held folding fans.
