I have a three-day weekend.
I’m spending it in bed,
with tissues on the nightstand
for the fluid in my head.
I spent the whole night coughing,
so sleep was not to be.
My throat is sore, my body aches,
I have no energy.
Somebody came to work last week
with symptoms just like these.
We followed him with Lysol,
spraying after every sneeze.
But papers were passed back and forth,
and those could not be sprayed.
I washed my hands religiously,
but I was still afraid.
And right I was to fear those germs,
‘t was not just in my mind.
Those nasty things came home with me
and kicked my old behind.