If you could speak you would lie: a letter to the virus

You are a knot in my hair
Fog in the air
A bruise on a pear

You breathe not oxygen 
But death 
'Why do you do it’ I say 
The reply ‘I enjoy taking lifes as I may’

Do It For Fun 
You  take for greed 
No matter if we beg and plead



You take and you take
 you big lousy fake 
You pass like a ghost
In this contaminated air
Spreading your stinky stench without a care

They may think it is  a cold 
Oh no
It is much to bold



Suit yourself 
You’ve been told

 
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queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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