Down For the Count
Stuffed up and plugged up
My head feels all foggy
Sicker than sick
Aches all over my body
Sore throat when I cough
Eyes watering like faucets
Along with my nose
Keep blowing snot rockets
Feel drained of all energy
So sick to my head
I get dizzy and spin
When I get out of bed
I'll want hot steaming soup
To smooth my stomach
I'll need food in my belly
So please keep it comin
I'm down for the count
Though not dead by any means
Yes I feel like crap
So tired it's sickening
I've been through this before
I'm no stranger to sick
The more that I rest
The better I'll get
4-11-19
Copyright © Troy Toney | Year Posted 2019
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