A Nemesis
The
clamor of the sinusitis horde can be heard as winter claws
They’re
eager to please their hated spirits, The Nosoi, draws
Oh the
ancient Greeks as well as Romans were definitive identifiers
Trickle
down redefined and not at all economic
So that
feeling of tired irritation begins and you look with an evil eye
For even
the sound of someone breathing is enough to make you fly
Then the
throb as if his highness the sinus seems to breathe
The fight
is about to begin to get the attackers to leave
Finally
the aftermath of this dastard act
Taste is
a memory and an aching head is a fact
An
accompanying drama is the nasal drip which is no exciting vivid acid trip
So its
coughing and wheezing and feeling anything but pleasing
Soon the
tiredness takes over and recuperation clover
Just to
sleep for hours and be like a sailing cloud over Dover
But push
to recover you know is in physical bother
Get out
and exercise then your body will be a lover
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