To A Poetess Who Wants To Infect Her Reluctant Lover With A Love Virus Poem by David McLansky

To invade a man
Just like a virus,
Be the Mede,
You know,
King Cyrus;
He conquered
The Assyrians,
And freed
The Presbyterians,
On second thought,
It was the Jews
(In Babylon
It was big news)
Anyway, before being distracted,
(I think I have a tooth impacted)
My point is
You can't force a brute,
Who's deaf and blind and
Probably mute,
To know you're there
Like some disease,
To love his sickness
And be pleased;
Why not go to the hospital ward
There's plenty of men there
Who are awfully bored;
(Pick someone out who has all his senses)
And speaks to you in future tenses;
An ambulant who can knock at your door
With an infection for which there is no cure.