She went to the doctor today
And we told her she was sick
She didn’t need a visit to know
That unfortunate truth
She has a fickle parasite within
And it is resistant to all she provides
She knows what it wants but
That antidote is out of reach
She refuses to procure it and
It refuses any call she makes
So the parasite feeds
Unencumbered and famished
Her illness is its feast
And her fear its choice libation
