Shingles rearing it’s ugly head,
Medicare and Medicaid,
Neither pay for the shot,
Tried to get it and pay for it last year,
People assume you have No money,
Wish I could wish Shingles on them.
I awoke on F.I.R.E.
That’s every where your scars are,
Under the red horror,
Like you laid red
Coals upon that section of skin,
Everything that touches,
Like Electric nerve endings,
The what some might call rash,
Set a blazed,
You did nothing,
Chicken pox when you were a kid,
It’s death mark on you is invisible,
Shingles is kin to herpes,
Did you know that?
In a few days redness goes,
Pop the water blisters,
They will dry out,
Your body will absorb the fluid,
The scars over scars,
Darken the area like silent disease awaiting it’s next coming.