Fraternal plague

Share this piece of infected bread with me.
I have a bowl of mud...
Dip it, dip it.
That´s right.
I have the spells written by a diagnosed hypocondriac.
I have a jar with accumulated bacteria.
Let´s get sick as dogs! I like the sound of a mixed fever;
Johnny tate brundosk has a cold let´s stand under him and wait for him to cough!
I just ask god why? Why isn´t cancer infectious?
I´ve bought third class tickets to africa where we can catch a smorgasboard of illnesses.
They think we´re insane, they think we´re self destructive, ha!
But we know the truth, we are the plague.