Mercy in green, green chemicals in green Labeled with a catalogue of cautions One desperately ignores in desperate quest For a cessation of foul miseries:
The red, inflam’ed throat that censors speech Fevers fogging over the ways of the mind Agues arguing against those motions of the limbs That other times do joy in youth and health
But…coffee next Friday morning you ask? Yes, yes - I hope to be alive by then