Oh, the snot rags lying here & there

Oh, the germs spread around everywhere

Even the most meticulously clean soul

Catches it every time when they try to console

Oh, they’ll bless you constantly as you sneeze

Although you cough, you can’t help but wheeze

The pressure & pain tell you to rest

But whenever you do, it’s not doing your best

And then as we take time to ponder

In our beds of self-discover

We find that perhaps our best tragedy is wrote

But it sounds like a comedy coming out of our throat

Then we swallow hard to keep our pride

Still, it hurts like hell I must confide

Then I giggle & laugh to myself

As someone says, ‘It’s Damp’ (can’t contain the elf)

But all the elves work together through the night

To build me another pair of shoes before daylight

Then, I overheard somebody say that shopping is a sickness

But everything I think about seems like some kind of weakness

Therefore, I’m ill with bloodshot eyes

Just telling more stories with the flies

They promise to pester passers by to give’em a bite

Just to remind them I’m not dead so I can sleep tonight!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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