I hate you, you wheezing sacs of mucus-filled cavities
threatening my breathing
no matter how much I blow my nose
it stays stuffed up in exactly the same spot
You turn me into a whiny-baby
with a froggy voice
I hate you!
Phlegm, phlegm go away,
don’t come back any other day….
let me rest in peace
knowing my bed won’t be covered in
and my chest will stop hurting
from this deep cough
that seems to excite you
whenever I try to talk or exert myself
Mucus, go away
don’t come back any other day
I hate you, you frickin’ virus!
I can’t even wish you on my worst enemy
go away, and don’t latch onto anyone else.
The germ warfare in this house is on…
just as soon as I can catch my breath.