This condition that I be
when the sweat is pouring down from me
is one of body
not of mind
and I find it disconcerting when my shirt is sticking to my chest,
can't get no sleep
can't get no rest
and any zest for life may be
dripping out in sweat from me.

A temporary glitch of mine
an erasure of one line of code
and not the mode which I would choose
win some.lose some winsome whiner
was a time a while ago, sickness didn't go with me, now I see it as a friend with me to the bitter end
and bitter it will surely be
I have no intent to go out willingly
but kicking,screaming,dragging heels
it all feels all too much
I need a tender loving touch,
a little night nurse
loving verse
I'll get much worse you will believe
but in the meanwhile
I wipe the sweat off with my sleeve
and carry on as normal.