Who would have thought sexual cheating would end like this?
The invasion period was confusion,
And the eruption phase didn’t get much better,
But pox’s damage to my boyish face,
Left me a crater faced moon,
The tears stinging as antiseptic in my pustules,
Would I survive?
Only the monkey god knew,
Why I mated with that stranger,
Near the bus stop,
Monkey pox’s were the consequence,
now it’s time to call all my previous partners to let them know,
The Dark 3percent horizon