Sick Day

Wrote this on... well, a sick day. I was trying to capture the all-encompassing funk of what it feels like to be sick.

Works gummed up, head stuffed,

Throat's all sore, that's that summed up,

A virus has invaded uninvited, what guts,

Now the nose and throat started generating pus,

Lips gone crusty, man flu? Must be. Memories of when this happened last: dusty.

Back of the long sleeve slick with snot,

Drippings like ink blots, a cure for common cold would hit the spot,

Oh well, chicken and carrots will do for now,

Stewed up by the mom of the sniffling clown,

Apparently all this is to kill a small virus,

While everything's screaming our bodies don't like us,

Just stay inside, drink soup, relax,

Surely you can take a day of biological feedback,

Sweat it out, then you don't have to think about it,

Scarf down pills, fill a bottle and pound it,

Every hour seems to turn into a day,

Call in sick, hope they don't dock your pay,