Sickroom Diva

I am a sickroom diva cough, cough, cough, cough, cough I love my pills and sweat baths I live for liver drops I order my whole family to tread so carefully they bring me towels and blankets my heart might stop you see I love to see them running I make them bow and plead I rule the house with sickness they listen to my needs The only time I'll stop it is when I finally die even then I'll reach my hand out from the hoary grave "we didn't really do enough." I'll laugh when they do say until then I'm just waiting for another round I'm saving up to rush them and run them to the ground.