A Sick Man’s Lament
I caught a bad cold and I’m coughing like crazy.
Losing my voice now and feeling quite lazy.
Head feeling stuffy, nose running amok,
Overall I feel I’ve been hit by a truck.
I’m coughing like a seal from down deep in my chest,
I’m heading back to bed so’s to get me some rest.
I’m under the covers; peeking out in despair,
Hackin’ and coughin’ and gasping for air.
I can’t get to sleep as I toss and I turn,
My fever is rising causing me great concern.
Sweatin” and shiverin’, my destiny quite clear,
I’m sick as a dog; near my end I doth fear.
Oh I know what you’ll say; put a stop to your whinin’,
You’re not that sick, and for sure you ain't dyin’.
It’s just a bad cold, one that everyone goes through,
You’re just actin’ crazy, stop singin’ the blues.
--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole
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