My Pity Party... Wanna Come?

If you’ve ached from your head to your toes’s

and your symptoms cried for diagnosis

and you sniffed and you coughed

‘til your glasses fell off,

then you went to get scripts for some doses.

And you vowed to take each pill with care

so the doctor won’t give you that stare;

then you found a nice spot

and drank fluids a lot

and pretended that dishes weren’t there.

After all that, your brain's in a fog

and your only companion’s the dog

and you’ve nothing to do

that appeals to you.

So, just write something lame on your blog.