A Twenty-Four Hour Virus

If I were you,
I wouldn't blurt out the first thing...
That came to my head.
I would think it over.
With a giving to it much thought,
Before speaking.

'I agree.'

What?
You do?

'Yes, I agree.
But don't get use to it.
I'm sure I have a twenty-four hour virus.
And you know a virus like that,
Just doesn't last.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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