mount vesuvius
we are
ancient rome.
our love
is an empire,
but it's built
on a volcano
destined to
explode.
our ending is already
predicted
in plaster cast bodies
drowning in dust.
and i keep telling myself
that we'll make it out alive
but even if we do,
i'm still gonna end up with
pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
What!?
We sat in the doctor's office. The doctor looked at us with a straight face and said,
"You have pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis."
"What?!" I said not knowing what the **** he was talking about.
"You have pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis." The doctor repeated.
"Is it serious?" I asked.
"It's incurable, you are going to die." the doctor continued obviously not knowing
what the term "Bedside manner" means.
"What!?" I said again.
"There's no cure. We will try to make you comfortable in the time you have remaining?" The doctor went on.
"What!?" I repeated completely in shock.
"You should probably get your affairs in order." the doctor said finally.
"How long do I have?" I begged.
"It's hard to say, maybe a decade or 2, Maybe less" The doctor answered.
"What!?" I responded.
Mechanic
There I go
to mechanic
for my wheel
being empty
Pump it,
do it pneumo
Yes
But mono only,
one.
Da.
Be careful, careful
ultramicroscopic
Ja
And no silicon
from any
volcano.
Oui.
And get rid
of your smell
from onions
mouth
Sure
Now receipt me give you what you will do.
He did.
pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
one
till tomorrow