Plague of Madness
Whom among us are free?
You've a fever?
Sweating and fearing the next test-
of best estimates and a last guess?
Septum and blight;
yet not a roll in sight;
got the sniffles? Got the flu?
The Birdman calls for you.
Watch your wife cry.
Watch your children die.
Watch the public mania hopelessly sigh;
and then - their depression.
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