It lingers
It gives you the shivers.
It strikes
It bites
Fight it, with all your might!
Fight it, with all your might!
It makes your nose leak
And leaves you feeling mighty weak
You don't even have the voice to speak.
You can't sleep
It makes you curse words,
That must be bleeped.
Downtrodden
Everything forgotten
Oh how the mighty have fallen!
Everything has frozen,
While the knives glisten,
Be haste, strike while it is stricken!
And on a positive note: it brings out the poet in a person! Keep us updated so we know you are still alive. (I know that sounds like a joke, but it's not. Just this morning I was wondering how you were doing...)
ReplyDeleteI am something like The Walking Dead! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Shuffling around like a zombie....... ;P
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