Cell

Plip plop

It drops

Into or from a tea pot

The water is scorching hot

Integrity stops

It drops

Dead

Plip plop

It drops again

Into the noses of women and men

Stuck; stopped

It can’t get in

To the juicy body of a human

It drops again

Dead

Plip plop

It spews out of a cough

It’s off

Into the air,

Into the mouth

Oh -- it missed again by just a hair

The plan goes south

And yet again, it drops

Dead

Plip plop

Its target acquired

It is fired

Onto the precooked meal

It eats the meat

The human eats too

And the body’s stomach it greets

Through the acid, through the stench

Into the blood system

It’s crooked intent

It poisons the body

It slips in the mind

The illness feasting the whole time

The white blood cells are alerted

And, oh no…

It drops

Dead

Author's Note

I am clearly bad at poetry. So, here's a little fun whatever poem to try to improve. Any any any advice is appreciated ^_^