Fluzy: A Poem

I wrote this poem a few years back, but it describes my current state of health pretty closely.  For the full effect, read with a hoarse voice and stuffed-up nose.

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i've decided I hate the flu – i really do!

the soreness and aching,

the temp'rature taking

which tries to make me a believer that i've only got a fever

of 99.2

but i'm pretty sure that thermometer’s a liar

'cause it feels way higher

and i think i may slowly be going insane

'cause my cough's such a pain

with its racking 

and its hacking

while all of the drugs that i take are in vain

and my head and my chest

are both tight and congest-

ed, and i'm faced with issues

like running out of tissues

('cause my drippy nose never stops)

and having to bring cough drops

everywhere i go

and my eyes getting runny

- and NO!  it’s not funny!

'cause i don't like being in pain and congested and woozy

and inconvenienced and fevered and fluzy