It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

May 26, 2009 06:23

runny, my nose is
swimming in tissues, i am
Yoda, this is not

There was a sick girl in Orlando
Who was a boring sort, as far as plans go
But at least she had wit
As she pointed out, quick
"At least I didn't spend the day watching Rambo!"

Yes, yes. Lame, I know and witty I am most definitely not lol but I can't help it. My nose is clogged like an old toilet and I'm exhausted but of course, I can't sleep with my mouth closed and thus, I am awake. Poor, poor soul that is me.

So, in honor of my illness enforced wakefulness I demand poetry. Gimme all your badly written haiku's and limericks, plox. It would make me feel less like the lame-o I really am better? :D

Dementia, thy name is Kez. *curtsies*

poetry, oy vey, crack kills

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