Yeah,
I’m not doing so great. I think I caught it at school from a teacher that came
every day sick and I work with her twice a day. I just wish it would go away!
Ode to Spring Cold
How
does it find me?
It
grinds me to a halt
My
tracks soppy slow,
And
reluctant to go,
The
great equalizer
Taking
down grown men
Competent
women,
And
energetic children
Reducing
us all to mush
As
we call for more soup
And
fluffed pillows
Stories
and reassurance
That
the world cannot
Go
on without us
Oh,
but it does!
and
quite well
Despite
our murky hell,
of
wallowing in fluid
and
sweat where we slip
in
and out of our right minds
for
this we don’t have the time!
But
we make time
To
take more
From
our stores
To
restore ourselves,
Thing
named cold
You
are bold
You
make us hot
Not
as you are called
For
us you troll
To
slay us in our sleep
May
this day you keep
Your
snotty crown of renown
I
want it not!
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