The Pathogens
The pathogens on my arm
Causing me so much harm
If you are only a germ
Why are you coming in this term?
This is just a crime
Ceasing my prime
I aim to visualise the lime
That pushes you to mime
Deep in the bones you penetrate
Forcefully you perpetrate
Playing your particles in the venerate
Until you are butted out of my brain
You will cause me so much pain
My energy you vehemently drain
Surely but surely, I will get you plain.