bored with a life of spreading ills
a virus decided to seek new thrills
should i be an agent of hope?
or should i peedle the happiness dope?
should i plant seeds of doubt?
or should i let discontent sprout?
should i infect people with lust?
or should i just disperse mistrust?
should i puff hearts with pride?
or should i increase the divide?
riddled by dilemmas, the virus wept
unknowingly, from inside sorrow crept
soon the virus ended up in a grave dug
as it had been bitten by the unhappiness bug