Hey, folks.

I spent the weekend high in Nyquil, in my bed, a piece of tissue stuck up one nostril, trying to write this week’s Blogger Idol assignment.

LIKE THE HOT SEXY BITCH THAT I AM.

I didn’t have any brain power to write anything else, and NO sense of humor left. But I wanted to have something for today, so I wrote a little poem.

It’s called, “Sick.”

SICK

Hey, sick.

Why such a dick?

I’ve got shit to do,

this is not what I’d pick.

My head feels all fuzzy,

My nose feels quite thick,

One nostril is dripping,

Man, are you a prick.

On the plus side there’s Nyquil,

I’ve become an addict.

It makes me feel tranquil,

And less full of snit.*

*“Snit” is snot + shit. You’re welcome.

I’m not feeling too pretty,

My best look is not this,

“Call the Appalachian Psych Ward!

It’s the escapee from Room Six!”

I can’t create spaces

between my stanzas

time for more Nyquil

says the boss, Tony Danza.

THE END