Warmed Over
I feel like shit warmed over,
of that there is no doubt.
/It certainly could be the weather,
but I probably will never find out.
Got my Pfizer first yesterday,
can't blame it on that shot.
I felt like this before I got it,
won't lie, I kid you not.
It could be just low blood pressure,
from an over relaxed heart.
Could be good old gas pressure,
knee where my arteries start.
Probably just a compressed fart,
reaching these days, a new art.
So, I'm not going to go there,
let your imagination do its part.
So, if you're ever in the mood,
to feel warmed over like me.
You can join the club of miserable,
as shitty as you can be.
Stolen from Janet Stoltz's Dead (2014) Blogspot
No thanks to Dragon and MS Word who won't allow
the proper word for excrement. Don't worry, be
happy, laugh and I'll be better tomorrow.
Feel better already.
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