by Bill Suter

If viruses were sentient

Would they split atoms, split continents

Split nuclear family values

Like so much emotional chaff

As they taught extinct species to laugh

 

Would they become alt rock proto-punks

Third party candidates

Eden’s greens keepers with a grudge

And mercifully sedate

Their hosts before the end?

 

I’d rather believe

The big bang was

Merely

The big decay

 

And

 

Protoplasmic entities

Have become the modern

Robber barons

We fondly call mankind

 

But enough about me

How’s the delusion business?