'The Product of a Fevered Mind'

You got flu?
Me too!
.
This virus
seeks to expire us!
.
Each sneeze
rattles my knees
.
Each cough
my head blows off
.
Can’t sleep prone
(he says with a groan).

must sleep sitting up
for the cough to shut up
.
So I gobble pills
to cure this ill
.
but it persists
(and yes, I’m pissed)
.
So, you want to know
how do I feel?

Like ‘one foot in the grave,
one on a banana peel,
.
Do I deserve this?
(shouting into my pillows)
.
The answer: "You earned it,
..for your peccadilloes!"
-GL