self deleting germ

It's a disease,
and I apologize for having it.
My eyes get puffy and itchy.
It starts raining more when the busses are late
and cigarettes in the morning uhhhh,
but I like being alive
and hungover,
when waitresses with the the type of asses
that should be painted on the cielings of beautiful churches
grace myself with thier presence, on and around my penis
for a few hours the night before.

Thunder and lightning and flash flooding.
Was gonna go to the library today.
Waiting for a copy of "Ham on Rye" to come in
but I've got things I love that I can't leave in this storm.
They might get ill about it.
I know they would never leave me
cuz I always leave the gate open when we go outside.

Shit happens though,
and doctors seem to strongly agree
that mother nature is a cunt,
unforgiving,
the world's most successful serial killer.
She is the Dr. Kavorkian of natural sequence,
and I am sick.