Applicationitis: a late(ish)-night poetic toast to the season

I caught a gross disease today, One I thought I'd squashed before I caught it on the internet It was lurking like before. It's applicationitis and it's something like the flu-- For you get it in December Just before the year is new. It's itchy and it's scratchy And it's catching as can be: You can catch it almost anywhere From here to furthest Tripoli. Guess it's good the light is shining Just on down the tunnel black 'Cause I've got applicationitis Like a monkey on my back.