The Illness By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I woke up this morning,
My eyes were matted shut.
My head was so stuffed,
I was breathing through my butt.
I dialed up my Doc.
I asked her " What should I do?"
She understood completely,
Gave me a prescription or two.
Now I'm laying in my bed,
All drugged and confused.
I think I'll cuddle to my teddy,
Lay back and take a snooze.
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