1443 – The Plague

The Plague
It’s times like this that we’re faced with important questions, like, “Exactly how fast should I run away?”

You’re Sick

Is everyone around me sick?
It seems you’ve got it too.
Your sniff confirms: you drip with germs.
You’re full of viral goo.

You cough. You sneeze. You have the chills.
You leak infected snot.
Not don’t you dare to share your ills,
Can’t catch what you have caught.

I beg you: stay far, far away.
Don’t want your fiendish flu.
I don’t get sick. I won’t get sick.

Thursdays are dog days!

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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