A Scar Is a Scar
I am very lonely today. Surely,
my sorrow will last
for a life time. The Earth fell
on me. First, my boss is kicking me out, for I am not
of good use these days. Second, my Doctor says--
“You must be quarantined to prevent
the outbreak of the virus!” Yes, I am infected with
a deadly virus. I don’t know where I got it.
I worked hard and even obeyed everyone, instantaneously
to achieve my goal, my career. Shame, I over exposed--
myself. I’m dead! Now, what will I do?
I shared this bad news to my family and friends--
they were shocked! I prayed, in solitude, for help. Well, I got
a message from someone of good heart, offering me
His magic cure. Although, I can easily follow
the instruction: “Click this balloon”--
to remove the PSW.x-Vir Trojan trapped inside my body
still, I am not happy. You know why--
whaah, I am no longer a virgin and a scar is a scar!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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