I am sick, you know!
ill,
with prosaic flu,
my temperature goes
through
the 100 degree ceiling,
bitten
by this bug that rivals a drug,
and when high enough
i have caesura(s)- temp over 102
now,
my conceit, a consonance
infected by resonance,
a pentameter of unwritten
disease my doctor says, that
no quatrain will cure,
the medicines unknown
for
this ache in
my head.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
I am sick, you know!
ill,
with prosaic flu,
my temperature goes
through
the 100 degree ceiling,
bitten
by this bug that rivals a drug,
and when high enough
i have caesura(s)- temp over 102
now,
my conceit, a consonance
infected by resonance,
a pentameter of unwritten
disease my doctor says, that
no quatrain will cure,
the medicines unknown
for
this ache in
my head.
