A Waste of Skin

A Waste of Skin

I fear to turn into a waste of skin,
A useless dependent of little worth;
That to justify the skin that I'm in,
I may need functional, urgent rebirth.
I’m told to be careful of close contact;
Each person I meet is a petri dish.
For whenever I try to interact,
I’m an accident with a risk fetish.
It’s so hard not to be a fatalist:
Somewhere, there’s a superbug knows my name.
If Twinkies and mildew can coexist,
Then why can’t microbes and I do the same?
Although being careful is not a sin,
Total solitude is a waste of skin.

Mick McKellar
February 2015

Isolation has been an effective tool to keep me out of the hospital. I also keeps me effectively out of my life.

Mick