Sickly hell — a Christmas Carol

Sickly hell, or strep throat takes Christmas

Fevered faces, red-hot faces,
Chills and high temps are here,
Penicillin attacking
the germs.
Hours passing, nothing happening
I’ve got so much to do.
And every moment you’ll hear me:

Sickly hell, sickly hell,
This isn’t time for strep throat.
Trim the tree, buy last gifts,
Soon it will be Christmas Day.

People rushing, my nose gushing,
Everyone’s getting shit done.
Me, I’ve got lists and nothing
to show.
Taking medicine, happy medicine,
Wanting it to kick in.
And every moment you’ll hear me:

Sickly hell, sickly hell,
This isn’t time for strep throat.
Trim the tree, buy last gifts,
Soon it will be Christmas Day.