I think I’m feeling drowsy.
Or perhaps my arch has fallen.
I can’t get up for work today.
It may be all the pollen.
My elbow is enflamed
and my sinuses impacted.
I choked up when I called in sick.
Perhaps I overacted.
I need another cabinet.
My pills are overflowing.
I feel as if my scalp’s peeled back.
Maybe my brain is showing.
My stomach’s feeling queasy,
the result of this congestion.
Whatever ails prevails,
appears, "voila," at mere suggestion.
My doctor’s secretary
has me climbing up the walls.
Each time I get through to her
he’s accepting no more calls.