I Feel Fine by Ivy

I feel fine, I need a hug
I feel fine, I want a touch 
I feel fine, looks like a spiky blob
the end of a torture club
I keep seeing it everywhere
a colored spiky blob
fuck, I don't want that thing in me
I’m not panicking, yet
I’m not afraid, yet
I’m not selfish, yet
but I hate feeling sick
I feel fine
Corona means crown like on a queen
or a birthday hat
Corona means wreath like a door decoration
or on a grave
Corona means garland, sounds so festive
like a party in my lungs, like beer, like Christmas Eve
I feel fine
it’s a fringe of large, bulbous surface projections
that’s the sticking out part
like a penis or shush kabobs or thorns on a rose
I feel fine
it creates an image of a crown
I feel fine
viral spikes attacking my lungs
like a barbaric Roman weapon
spiky proteins attaching to the host
like a drunk friend at a party
I feel fine
ring a round the rosie fine
plague fine, scarlet fever fine, rheumatic fever fine
brain tumor fine, MS fine, fine and tired fine
there’s a part of my body that I don’t like to be touched
I can’t remember who gave me that virus
my immune system compromised by Ted
the virus I know where it came from
the Italian from New Jersey
then there’s the virus that killed so many of my friends
the, oh my god, sex was fun in the 70’s but not in the 80’s
we all fall down
there are politicians going down
there are actors going down
there are shows and attractions going down
there are events and countries going down
it’s a game
we all fall down
it’s the end of the world as we know it
a children’s game
we all fall down
a holding hands game
the end of the world as we know it
schools shut down, restaurants shut down
fuck, bars shut down, cities shut down
fuck, we all fall down
hell, don’t hug, fuck don’t touch animals
goddamn it
buy a gun and shoot that fucking spike right off the lawn