I'm starting to get sick of all this Bird Flu shit. I'm not going to worry. Worrying about the bird flu is like chewing bubble gum to solve an algebra equation.
But in tribute to the doomsdayers, I've written a poem.
The flu will get you.
You will sick for a while
But death is a lot longer.
You do that forever.
Forever.
At least until the Sun burns out and there is nothing left.
Eternal dreamless sleep.
