That Thing

It’s that thing, you know!
That repulsive rhapsody you pretend you don’t hear
the news that brings you to your knees, or so it tries
That unrealistic illness, or is it really?

A concerto of capricious organism with a big ego
that inhabits your being without proper invitation
An invasive entity squatting me
unlawfully occupying my beloved space

A vicious symphony ready for a carnage
Armed with relentless despicable minions
Aiming to wreak havoc in my temple
Seeking a leading place at the altar

That thing whom I tell… the beat is on
Far from flying solo, I am a formidable army
You will not impose your will on my being
The miraculous powers are at work

I am a redoubtable virtuoso of life
Your deluge of hazardous material
will end in an infinite bottomless pit
The outcome will undoubtedly be your demise

A sweet melody of love and kindness
constantly fills the air I breathe
you, interfering little creatures
I will not tolerate your presence

It’s that thing, you know!
That cancerous invasion.