Havoc The Hack (Excerpt From 'Health Havoc') Poem by Ryan Fitch

I’m looking for a body to infect,
It might be yours that I select.
Getting in, well a problem it isn’t,
Did you just eat something off the floor- oh no you didn’t!
Washed your hands, I hope not
Picked up a tissue full of snot,
Licked your fingers you filthy grot!
And this is only the start of my plot.
Into your mouth and down your throat,
Make you wheeze and bleat like a goat.
Now in the tummy, doing my thing,
Churning around making your bellybutton sing.
You won’t be able to climb out of bed,
From the pounding and the ache in your head
I’m gonna make you wobble, shiver and shake,
Make your fever rise; so hot you’ll bake,
Under those covers lying on your back,
I’m gonna get ya, Coz I’m Havoc, Havoc the Hack.