Flu Season
Crack out the NyQuil.
Let’s get this shit started.
Punch at the floor when it gets too close.
Wheeze-laugh in the corner when the girlfriend comes home.
Get tossed when you can when it’s perfectly acceptable
to pass out by the cat with your face in the drapes.
i choose to choose not this advice
But it’s perfectly acceptable.
the advice or my choice?
t.r.u.t.h
oh, that’s in the poem. ha.