Influenza Poem by David N. Munene

It ain' jus' influenza
It also is an influencer
Whence we dance from its cancer
Throats dry and fevers high
Like when you lose your bronchi
Choke! Choke! Choke!
As though you by nose inhaled coke
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Is result riotous enough

Arteries sip and swallow blockade
Voice box (mmm! mm! mm!) has a barriccade
Nothing sweet to tongue as marmalade
Jus' throb and throb in the upper glade
Lost taste of sweet wine
Bitter is better likened to root of vine

Sleep dangles on my lids
Threaten they to close in rocket speeds
Standing aye, yet dozing still
Lying aye, yet sleep doesn' my conscience steal
Suffer, writh and wriggle,
fidget and more wiggle
like a midget reaching out for flying eagle

No cure; just goes away
In its own time of day
The supplement;
Jus' a suppressant
Virus just as deadly,
Leaving hosts so weakly!