Asthma

Asthma A dumbfounding struggle for what is plenty in the air, The shortest of unsure breaths drawing, The hesitant oxygen inwardly cursing; A judging of the whole affair unfair. My trachea thinking of its resignation letter, Worsening the picture of Seeker of the Better; My two lungs scheming to lock up their shop, Evidently not touched that a life might drop! A straight cash payment for my casket witnessing, The quickest arrival of any inhaler pressing To like a monkey grab it And just remember not to like a buffoon actuate it. It has been an army of surest triggers Of the asthmas of Gents and s Between the Extremely Cold and the Awfully Hot, The Chokingly Dusty and bad smells we’ve got, The Painfully Annoying and the Helplessly Funny; The Unhelpfully Laborious or tasks perfectly thorny Yep, all extremities Lacking in niceties That should a doctor lift off his feet To quell The Respiratory Rebellion – a feat