Coming Fast or Slow

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I thought he’d come for me, uh huh,

Come fast you see

But Ebola too slow,

and that may be good, uh huh

No Ebola

No blast of vomit kissing my virgin eyeball, oh yuk

No lost chunks on my door knob tempting sticky fingers, you see

and flickering tongues, uh nah,

It’s the wrong hole for me, but any hole he likes, you see

 

I like the darkness in Ebola, his affection on me

The bad-boy fatality where water comes out like it comes in

He like depression, you see,

The pain is in the cure

True and simple

Death need not be complicated, uh huh

But living is

hard

you see after he

that bastard always hard

so hard on thee

 

No worries, there are other lovers lining up for me

I am hard to get you see, and they hardly ever hard on me

 

Changas came for me

such a boy was he

but a good Latin kisser, you see

Past lovers’ stomachs permanently in knots,

for life, they say

but not me,

so silly to be with he

and, yeah, there was Zika

He not for me but had me scared though

Not any more for my barren soul, uh nah

Not hiding out in any testes I know, you see

 

But I have a confession, uh huh

A regular undress’in, you see

I love chikungunya, uh huh

She’s so sweet on the tongue, oh yeah,

Makes me want to dance to chi-kun-gun-ya, yeah!

Come with her slow or with her fast

No matter if it feels fast and free with a hint of deadly in thee

Such a pretty dancer is she

A deadly-like and alluring bite

not a bad boy but a nasty she, you see

that one can wake up from

 

I was heartbroken then, you see,

and had this fling with Dengue,

but he be with nearly 400,000, 000 in a year,

and no longer with me

I feel shitty

but am free now, uh huh

No lover to contaminate my bloodstream, you see

but maybe that influenza,

who’s sometimes a girl and sometimes a boy

Doesn’t matter if it be a she or he when it feels fast and free with a hint of deadly in thee

more deadly the longer you dance with him,

or is it her?

I’ve got the chills now, you see.

COVID’s men kill ‘in millions, indeed;

Gonna lie down with me and my fantasy, uh huh

They come for us

be it fast or be it slow

We all have these lovers, you see

so, no worries now

go to sleep

and I

or he

or she

will come

and kiss thee . . .

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