The Words

The words flow slowly, down to the page.
My thoughts are now running with rage.
Who in the World do you think you are,
When you are contagious and ride in the car?
You exposed more people who served thee.
What a pompous ass you are to see.
Irresponsible should be your middle name.
Who are you going to try to now blame
For your illness and all the drugs
To treat those who have bugs.