I turned on the TV to see what’s the matter.
Epidemic had struck, leaving people all tattered.
But I was not afraid for the show must go on.
Yes, tonight there was a party up on my lawn.
John arrived first, and then arrived Steven.
“Achoo.”
“Cough, cough.”
“No, we ain’t leavin’.”
First dropped Carl, but he was never nice.
We all just figured he had too much rice.
Paul dropped too, as he spit out some stew, “Unfinished will: my possessions go to...”
Oh how happy I would be if he had said, “me.”
One by one, all of my friends fell.
But, I never really liked them, so I hope they’re in hell.
And at least now no more overnight hospital trips.
So I stole someone's drink and gave it a sip.
Because once everybody is completely dead,
I can have their stuff and that girl of Fred’s.
I saw all the bodies and gave a loud scoff.
“At least I am not sick... cough, cough.”