Sniff, sniffle, sneeze,
...ah, let me die please.
I'm coughing, wheezing,
burning up, freezing.
Sipping cough syrup
straight from the bottle,
I'm exhausted, tired,
strung out, wired-
to many cure all drugs.
Ugh, threw up on the rug,
stll gotta to go work.
Oh, how my body hurts.
But for what it's worth,
I hope I'm contagious.
I know that's outrageous
But my boss needs a hug
Heck, I might kiss the slug!
But if I miss my chance
and die at home or at my desk;
please don't resuscitate me,
I really need the rest.

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