Poem -

Man Flu

calling in sick

This blasted cough
I ho and heave
Muffle this choking
into my sleeve
 
I've had enough
It's getting boring
Wish I were joking
but I long stopped scoring
 
My throat so rough
Between wet and dry
like I'd been smoking
Just want to die
 
I'm out of puff
I start to faint
Tissues soaking
under a saint
 
Tickled and gruff
I splutter and gag
Satan's tongue is poking
as I spit into a bag
 
I'm not calling bluff
Perhaps I have T.B.
My voice is croaking
I'm sick can't you see?!
 

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al Bikaadi

I have a really annoying cough at the moment. No other symptoms. But hamming it up in a poem made me feel better, like I still have some freedom and autonomy over my response to this niggling annoyance. LOL

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