Being Sick Poem by Jon Yttri

The weather outside must be in the minus.
Every four hours, I take pills for my sinus.
I am in a state of utter defeat.
I wonder what I can and cannot eat.
The trees to make the kleenex when I'm ill
Must have cleared an entire jungle in Brazil.
Every day I hope will be my last day of being sick.
Perhaps another orange juice will do the trick.
I drink the orange juice only because I should.
It has nothing to do with the orange juice tasting good.
My pajamas are worn til 3 in the afternoon.
I think about how lucky I was before I was out of tune.