O woe is my condition

As I grasp for a gasp of air

pressure wells and wells

a heart filled with despair

sickness struck from the fells.


The glutinous mass comes from this shell

absorbs and consumes all that remain

with a cough and a wheeze I try to expel

this weight off my chest does not wane.


A dizziness rocks and feigns stupor

Oblivion! The world crashes and tries to spew

I am told to be strong, to be a trooper

I fear this is folly, for I have man flu.


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