It's a virus
It's a strain
Pulsating
And bulged
Given life
Given wood
Campfires
Ash branded
The side I need
Clear the most
Stirs when caked in
Walls of mucus
Mouth agape
Suffocation
I'd rather not see blood
In my lifetime
Mirrors
Dear mirrors
Pointed down avenues
Blinded the street signs
History
My complication
Hits in a backyard
Fights by my neighbors
When clean shaven
Faces arrive
Dripping deep with
Walls of mucus
Mouth agape
Wild courage
I'd rather not see blood
Gutsy midriff
You'll make the same mistake
In multitudes
Under the weather
Under a frightened gaze
Wipe that dirty nose of ours
Turn into quartz
Fell on a crack
Bathing in vile fluids
Leaking plans
You had for the road
Leaking architecture
Substance of ceilings
Pathetic sniffling
Children from midriffs
Disturbing sniffling
Webbed your liquid hands
I'm too old for it now
Mucus runs in our families
I'm too old for it now
Pus with cholesterol
I'm too old for it now
Sticky habits
I'm too old for it now
Sticky taffy
Immaturely
Germ parties
Mucus from the mind
The mind runs in our families
