I caught the big-C
This virus is one
Nasty rat bastard laying
Waste to everything like
A nuclear bomb exploded
Except inside of me
I had the lite
Version the diet version
But even that led
Me into the wilderness
Like a Peyote trip
In the high desert
I dreamt that I
Was dating Michael Jackson
WTF MJ is dead
But finally the fever
Broke and dropped into
The sea of illness
Like monoliths from the
Arctic ice shelf bobbing
And floating slowly away
Leaving me to shiver
Draped in damp clothes
And darkness so bright
And four days of
My life has gone
Missing like the rent
Check lost in delivery