Secret Service

In need of relocation
Isolation or insulation
From the barrage unfolding
Beneath my fingertips
Frothing at the mouth
I am unfit
For a place amongst
This herd
I am contagious
With the full intent
To spread my disease
Viral
Or otherwise

As a son
Of the mother and
Like my brothers
Of the fang
And claw
I need to be
Put down
And forgotten
In an unmarked grave
For the shortsighted
Greater good