Loving you is like loving the avian flu,

Sure, the tingle in the back of your throat at first feels funny,

But then you’re coughing up sticky stuff.

And then you’ wish you were dead,

But still scared at the threat of death,

As if you’re trying to call Godfather death’s bluff,

Loving you is like loving the avian flu,

Neither fucking bird nor human too.

Oh, my little nightingale…ain’t love tough?

--- แทนไท

[Edited 4/16/11 13:03pm]