do you just lay in the hospital and listen to the beeps and the boops and watch people stroll around and whisper to each other?
or do you go see your friends.
the people with the flags that have your name on em. big and blue and red.
and what of the people around you who are being paid to protect you?
do you worry you might infect them?
do you believe them when they say, it is our duty to protect you so anything you want to do is fine with us.
our family will understand.
especially the children.
once theyre old enough.
and speaking of family, wouldnt it have been a tad more romantic
and even downright beautiful
if instead of driving around the block a few times to wave to random strangers
and instead of having your doctors lie on your behalf
and get caught lying because doctors are terrible liars
you drove back home
fast as you can
better yet, use the copter – that big fat green whirlybird
and you fly back real quick to the white house
and you walk off stairs of marine one and there you are met by your wife
your ridiculously beautiful wife.
the one who probably hates your guts for getting her the disease that has no cure.
it doesnt matter how few people it kills, on average
it’s still deadly
and she says if i dont die i vill kill you for doing this to me
and there you two are
on the white house grass
hair blowing in the wind
and you plant a big old sloppy wet kiss on her
and you kiss her again, but on the cheek
and walk back to the copter
whose blades never stopped
and fly back to walter reed
and when they take a picture of you signing a letter
tell em it’s to yr girl
begging her forgiveness