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Epidemic

Always embarrassed, a little careless
My head was empty and quite hairless
I never really knew how to fit in
People would always be staring
Calling out rude names and daring
Me to try and show them some skin

But I hid under my hat and 
Always carried round a bat
In case someone decided it was time
To teach me how to come out
Of my apartment and doubt 
The weather, curse the sun and try

To change the clocks all upside down
And make my smile into a frown
See, it never really made sense to me
To me the weather, or whatever
Had absolutely no whatsoever
Affect on my brain or my tea

But they insisted that I listened
Took me to church and had me christened
In bitter hopes I’d finally see the light
Maybe it was Jesus, but don’t
Quote me on it I might be wrong
I was a little drunk that stormy night

When they barged in through my door
And walked all over my new floor
I’d polished just about four days ago

I cursed and I yelled at them
This is my house, you’re not invited
No one is allowed to walk these rooms

They fell silenced and I gloated 
Over my victory and floated
High above the ceiling in my pride
Until from up there I could see
Looking down on those three
Just at what they were looking with surprise


And then it hit me faster than the
Caffeine in my morning coffee
Just how foolish I’d been all along
I never knew them till I met them
And I met them only when I let them
Walk through the corners of my humble home

Ever since that day none of
Them ever again made fun of
Me in any sort of childish way
Now they understood my need (to wear a hat and not be seen)
Which caused a paradox in me
As for the first time I could freely say

I’d been cured of chicken pox
But they all have it and know it not
Shh, be quiet, let them have their fun

Now they’ll know this bitter feeling
Of no dreams and no sleeping
Through the entire long and lonesome day
Once they realize their hair will
Have fallen out and they will
Repent for all their sins and their mistakes

But by then too late it will be
The scratching will drive them completely
Up the bloody walls of their rooms

And then they too will spread it on
How so strange when just it gone
Was all I wanted and all I yearned for

Yet I've started an epidemic
Of chicken pox and weather critics
Who know nothing of clouds and the poor
But now I am respected
Feared and even detested
By all those who avoided me before

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  1. Date: 3/5/2009 3:49:00 PM

    Powerful and compelling... graphic phrasing and imagery. Well done Ema! You have a true poetic sensibility... Best wishes, Keith