I had enough last night.
Had enough of wracking cough
Congestion
Wheezing
Uncontrolled shivering
Inability to stay warm.
I said "Enough!"
And in my dream,
I dreamed that my body was
Germany
and there was an election
To determine my body temp.
All the districts voted
High fever
And when I woke up,
I was on fire
Flushed and sweating.
But it was gone.
No more shivering.
Coughing breaking up.
Congestion going.
Just the usual
Post-cold catarrh and
Boxcar Willie Nelson voice
That sounds like a heavy
Smoker who's packed in
His forty a day
Habit and is already
Starting to regret it.
Actually, it's quite a sexy voice.
A throaty purr over the phone.
The woman I chatted to
Thought I sounded hot.
Well ... I was.
They were demanding a recount
In Bonn and Hamburg.
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