Malware

What to do, what to do
When an unending suffix
Unlocks unbearable acne
Malnourished and malinformed
Unable to unindulge

A couple or more could light the way
Two or three pairs of legs, (unshaven)
If only un-unison was a word I could use
Through the shining street after another drizzle
At the worst of times, the orange is gone
Replaced by headaches, then hyper-transferred
To a sad lot of five

There is no antivirus for physical malware
'Cept for love, or maybe absence
A simulated softness to wear down skinny
Or bulbous like early spring's robin

But who am I kidding
A woman's uterus
There's no software for that
No, nothing else like it
So stop looking you dolt!