Virus

I've been contracted with a virus

It all happened when I was talking to this one man on McGregor street after work

He said, scholarship this, skydiving that!

I was intrigued, that's when I became hopeful

That i might at last fix this disease 

So i scribbled his ad down and stuffed it in my flip-belt

I got my tickets from Delta and drove on to Chicago, to the friendly neighborhood known as Englewood 

The cool postman told me to turn left then straight ahead

𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘭

See that's when I landed on Six-hundred-eleven West 63rd street

Where i took the chute to the rubber-soled-roof

Through the metal walls, up the red carpet halls

To find the McGregor man but six-foot-two 

I think it was his alter ego

Or a twin, I'm not so sure

For he had a brooding demeanor and seemed very self-assured

Showed me the fliers and the posters, then a paper of black 

Said this is the map

"You've got so many options."

The hidden streets will allow you to expect the best before being met with surely the worst, guaranteed by the black ink marking the entire blockage.

And then he pointed to tiny letters all around

"Here, and here, and here."

Boggled by faith to rid this disease, and being all this way in

I said okay

I think it's because I didn't want to deal with Returning my ticket, and this, and that 

That I said 

okay

That's when I signed the contract 

With the virus!

It's true that I had a meeting with the Devil in White

It was my disease, it was my disease! 

I went back home and I became weak

Even weaker than before I met this man-fatigue

Having used all my money on the ticket I had no spirit to further spend

So I laid in my bed and walked a corpse among my friends

All this time watched by a peculiarly twisted guy with curls behind his eyes

I believe he took joy from seeing me

Weak

Saw me take the ticket, 

Even made sure that day I used the McGregor street way,

without himself even knowing it

And back from behind my skeletal body I

Laughed, laughed

I prayed to my god and I danced

Trusting I'd regain my strength through that marble I once called Time

Because although it's true that I signed this new contract

The emancipation was never guaranteed