Contagious

With this love-you disease,

Frenzied in the lips, foaming

From the heart, hands clammy

In that bar, another shot, another shot,

A few more beers to quench the

Ever-hated thirst of your

Nerve-wrecking caress?

I tried every type of remedy,

Tylenol, chamomile tea, a branch

From Brazilian trees cooked

Around tomato peels

In the oven for three hours

A recipe from Doctor's Best,

A magazine that returns

Your money if it does not work.

The editor has decided to send them

To me free for all the times

they has returned to me my same five dollar

Check.

Nothing cures it,

Pain will not, I stepped on a bee,

Injured my back heel,

Got bit by a dog,

Ran over a squirrel with my scooter

And it made me feel better

For three minutes

Until the thrash man came, took it away,

Gave me a band-aid,

Decided I was too young to have rabies.

Alas, the cure has

Been labeled M.I.A

Running a crooked campaign

In which she touches, touches

The stool where I sit,

Gets my cheek, inflicts me with it

Over and over with her green eyes,

And I fall off that place,

The one with the pretty red BMW's,

Where you have to be at work,

The song begins, at last,

Or is it "at last" the song,

No because when this disease began

It spread from your eyes two months ago,

The last symptom made my knees go out,

And I think that the shallow breathing,

The unknown beating of my heart,

Is prolonged evidence

Of how you sickened me.

It's a stupid world that has a disease on you

That's only contagious to me.