â€œWhose Tylenol is this?â€ I say.
It isn’t mine – ran out today
They will not care, nor even hear
I pop the top without delay
My hoarse throatâ€™s longing for a beer
Thereâ€™s still a ringing in my ear
And on my face, burning with heat
There streams an undesired tear
A chill runs from my head to feet
I scurry back to bed tout suite
The hot and oscillating sweep
Of bedside heater warms my sheet
I try to rest — try counting sheep
But all I want to do is weep
And still the coughs keep me from sleep,
And still the coughs keep me from sleep.