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I loathe feeling under the weather

I loathe feeling under the weather...,

especially when nasty elephant 
(named Thomas the pachyderm)
stomping to break loose courtesy tether,
where antibodies of mine 
struggle to band together
loosely analogous to voters
standing in a queue
waiting to cast their vote
(while Georgia on my mind
wafts thru wireless earbuds)
tickling the fanciful notion
Raphael Warnock
leads runoff by barb of a feather.

Unseen discombobulated 
enemy Republican forces 
invades my body, I feel aware 
when a platoon of green berets 
airborne, and enfilading 
immune system viz 
knock and sock kin me 
with seer sucker punches 
mightier than a wallop 
from an indomitable 
haversack carrying giant bully bear,
whereby ogre freighted 
hallucinatory fiendish dreams 
pop up dunk kin; 

the ordinarily outlook clear
via this earthlinked, 
googly eyed live prodigy 
also smart ass derriere 
(ha – at least sense of humor still intact), 
when rest tis only respite against e’er
gang num of good n plenti 
supreme warriors decimating 
ordinary robust healthy dreams 
with Machiavellian bravado – 
commando egg flu Jung
(challenges fear of flying)
smacking gluteus maximus 

with dagnabbit hemorrhoid flare, 
which intrepid invisible 
microscopic, opportunistic, parasitic, 
and sadistic organisms, 
either attack as one 
cingular rich hardened gear 
entity or congregate 
as best buy capital one 
egghead aggregate groupon heir
worsening sync king prayer 
feigning, manipulating and scheming 
to be the magnificent seven donning 
follicles slicked back 

in imitation of a greaser 
coiffed swept back blond hair, where 
if one could zoom in 
and magnify manifold 
melee evincing hammered 
sterling rods bamboozling 
schlepping schlemiel scalp  
with molecular size trumpeting 
atomic bombs leveling 
thee MineCraft concentration 
with piercing arrow marks
to the don then Ask Jeeves 
enthroned as one linkedin

BuzzFeed ding human Bing 
as if this hotmail happened 
tubby some fancy feast, 
where gimlet eyed did cling
asper with super acting non-glue tin, 
guaranteeing LifeLock 
on par with Pinterest ting 
hand crafted golden earring, 
these invaders re: Avast 
itsy bitsy potpourri foreigners 
without any remorse to fling
helter skelter their infectious 

uber twittering, snapchatting, 
and Ringling Brother 
Barnum, Banks, Bailey 
and Bittle inherited 
deadly killjoy Bluetooth to quell
as defensive IdentityGuard 
from their mothers 
excellent skill casting a spell
binding gilt free 
progressively deteriorating conditions 
where the William Tell
Overture played doh ver, 
and over incessantly within – 

any let up waking up in cold sweat 
per unwelcome viz zit 
by archers in dark hoodies 
wielding crossbow whereat 
slings and arrows well
aimed at the apple of me heart, 
thus ratcheting up a notch 
this feeling feathery tarred, 
and essentially un well, 
where microbial infrastructure 
bound me with fluted strep throat, 
thus disallowing me to issue rebel yell.

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