Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Nyquil

You were my addiction,
The only way I slept,
In my dormitory room.
I kicked the habit
During that summer of love.
But here you are again,
In my sickness,
My time of need.
I gave you a sideways glance,
Then ripped off your wrapper,
In an uncontrolled fever of desire.

Holding the first cup up to my lips,
I remember back to my childhood,
Hating you.
You tasted terrible.
You still taste terrible.
And you still make my body convulse,
Writhing in agony,
After each shot down my throat.

But you do a damn good job.
Now I go to slee...
zzz

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Blogger The Wife said...

Nothing like a Nyquil slumber when you're really sick . . .

But it does taste awful.

1:25 PM  

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