Listen here
You damn virus
You're suppose
To left my body.
Two weeks is
More than enough time
To move it.
Like last week
Waking up
With a sore throat
Is like.
So
Yesterday news
Mon.
I want today's news
And you're not it.
So
Um
Isn't it like
Time for you
To get your bags packed
And leave
Pronto like.
Oh no
I must be sick
I'm writing
In Valley Girl mode.
Does anyone
Still speak
Like this
Totally rad way?
At the thought.
Therisa © 2008
Author's note: Another poem taken, from my poetic morgue. About 12 days ago, I noticed the first signs of a chest infection that still sticking around me, refusing to leave, like a good guest does, when asked to. Somehow, I remembered this poem, and so, am now sharing it, with a wider audience. And yes, I do remember watching the movie and the TV series, Clueless.
