To me, this is art right now. Life as such, for a prednisoned maniac, me.
The fridge was locked yet her stomach doors were wide open. Circling the kitchen, she conducts a plan. Forks and knives in hand, she dives towards the lock. Sticking, scraping... and banging bottom to top. To no avail, she seeks solace in cupboards, where top ramen and cup noodles boxes lay, golden broth to brighten her day... Yet she was in quite a pickle, the sink was sunk, pipes are broke, water would not flow so she soak not, in that salty broth, poor girl. Left dry on a desert of noodles and MSG, she digs the fork in any way... Pred munchies...
I walk alone in this silent chested dread, very little wheezy, but a lot of foggy head. I beg and plead, for to be thrown some pred, like a dog on two legs. Please master, give me some corticosteroids, so I can eat, breathe, and sleep! I'll do anything, for such a delicious treat! The white coated monster gets up from their throne, shakes their head, and says you are breathing fine mr. silent foggy head! Wheeze not, come back and wheeze, perhaps we'll have a pill for that, they said with glee! Oh you are so cruel, pharma king, just one is all I ask for, sling it to me! NO! Said the stethoscope wielding devil, as their eyes turn black, horns grow out their head! Yee shall not get the pred, unless you're next to dead! I cry, cry and cry some more. What will I do, poor mr. silent chested foggy head...
It's all in your mind, mr foggy head. Don'tchya understand, it'sa from your ker-ranial, the asthma it doesn't match this symptomatic list, the lungs just don't have it. Ya might as well swell, get a new story to tell. Let me tell you something', you white scootin' pooter! I got a lump sum in my lungs, and some loose change bouncin'' in my throat, I'm telling you now this won;t be the last check I wrote. You couldn't imagine the heat I bring with all the phlegm I choke, I'm squeezin', I think I'm wheezing.... Listen clear, come near, closely and maybe you'll hear. Just kiddin', I thought I'd wet ya, with big phlegmy kisses in your ear, I'm gonna getchya, wreck ya with my airway sneezes, the diseases of the utmost yellow bronchitis spitting out my tongue, givin' your lungs an ache similar to arthritis. I got you, now you're drippin' goo, full of achoos, and a bunch of boo hoos. Cough cough, here comes, post nasal drippin' huggin' on your lungs. What's that, I thought you said, no pred?
Late nights, coughing fights, getting up out of bed for nutella to spread on pizza like mozarella, dunno why but it sounds good to her. Preds in slumber, but a ferocious appetite lays awake, like lions in the bush, on a prednisone push, pouncing at smeared animal crackers in the dark from the scent of nutella. She's a carnivore, who gives chocolatey kisses.
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