I Got the Flu

My head aches and a drowsy dampness pains my sense, and makes me pray these germs stamp less hard on my eyeballs’ scleriae. You tell me how swiftly it flows; this never ending sneezing, this liquefaction in my nose, These lungs that won’t stop wheezing. My skin’s red hot and wrinkled; zillions of germs infest my liver. My tongue’s dried up and crinkled, and I just shake and shiver. You vapo rub my back. What?...ice water enema me! Between these germs and you, you quack, you're my new worst enemy.