shineon snow

The influenza bluez

Wake up in the mornin’ feeling like a consumptive

My guess that I was healthy was a bit presumptive

All I did this morning was was cough and hack

When I crawl under the covers I ain’t coming back

I’m coughing up a lung lung

Gross coating on my tongue tongue

I’m dizzy as a top top

When will the headache stop stop

Stop

Stop

I’ve got the flu

So do you

And the eastern seaboard

Ache and moan

Clutch your phone

Puke and plead with the Lord

Fail to eat

Feel defeat

You’ve never felt so bored

Feelin’ po’, po’, po’!

Woe, woe, woe!