I hate getting sick and not being able to sing or write

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Is this what it’s like to be you?
Coughing up cobwebs,
mingle dust with spores.
It’s a Petri dish in my room.
Handle much at all lately?
Do you care to share notes?

Disdain is held for the management of this property.
I’ve been sick for over a month.
Maybe it’s the comedown that’s so rightfully deserved,
but it’s best not to dwell.