-1Siren's after the plague

I would imagine that the smell of the bubonic
was akin to the scent of our bougainvillea in the
backyard that I inhaled as a child;

according to the news
it is a awkward strain
of swine,
and human influenza viruses

bred in Mexican third-world lungs;
traded gently to our
hungry Americanism;

we do,
after all consume

myself included.

I'm worried that I don't have health insurance,
yet, confident that I will be, as always