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151. The Flu

My eyes started to water
There was nothing I could do
My nose felt like sandpaper
My thoughts were stuck in goo

I’d taken my medication
Both pills and of the liquid kind
My muscles ached for no reason
I thought I’d lose my mind

All my tissues disappeared
Disrespectfully tossed to and fro
My nose dripped obscenely
From my head down to my toe

I seemed to cough all my words
I would prefer to say than spray
I tried hard to cover my mouth
But those germs just flew away

Seven days is what they say
Is the time to be rid of this mess
Surely my doctor must fail at math
I’ve had 10 days with no rest

Those around me tried to hide
There is nothing they can do
For when the winter does arrive
They’ll all surely catch the flu


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