Oh! the bane of my existence
The cruel aftermath of self serving flings
You throw off my lungs balance
To make me wish I didn't sing
Oh! how you make me croaked
Like a fat warty bull toad
I hacked and heaved
To make you leave-
Only to become the sad loser
Who sits and wish no one comes closer
You slimy yellow mucus concoction
Bubble up in my throat infection
You haunt my nights
With cacophonous sighs
Empty promises of fun
When I make my nightly run
To rain the toilet with your gift
As if it didn't have enough airlift
Oh! the bane of my existence
I would love to live in your absence.
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