Flu

Within me you reside,
Threw my noes you will fly,
My weapon is a napkin
And yours is infraction.

Were you come from 
no one will no,
You live in secret 
to small to be told.

To invisible to be trolled,
To crude to be sold,
You need me to get by
I need you to go.

They’ll never catch you,
Keep changing your mind.
You differ with each host
Sicker every time.

I’m a slave to your life.
And you are a nusance in mine.
All I can do is wait.
Tell you find another hide.