89 – Yuck

Mushy brains
And runny nose.
A face like death
Warmed over.

In plain sunlight,
Then sweating
In the shade.

Feeling slow
And numb and tired.
Running on
Pure will and caffeine.

Looking like
Something the dog
Found buried
In the backyard.

Still no time
To rest or heal.

How I hate the flu.

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