The fever Drains the receiver ANd the giver Of the germs; The head is heavy, Twice I’ve paid the physician’s levy, The body feels like food for worms.

The throat is hoarse, And,what’s worse, Doesn’t seem better by a jot; It’s been a week Since I’ve felt like a freak Combination of coughs… cold and hot.

No longer a human being But a morbid entity, walking and seeing If it can live another day… It’s just a fever…viral… But it feels like doubtful survival… I wish this FEVER would die and go awayyyyyyy!