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 hug

and you kiss her again, but on the cheek

and walk back to the copter

whose blades never stopped

hop in

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

for everything.