My head is throbbing and my throat is sore
I've used enough kleenex for me and you
And all this coughing, I truly abhore
I'm worn out, my abs hurt, my head is blue
I turn the bottle in my shaky hands
The purpley syrup sticks to the sides
The sticker on the front, peeled off, expands
A sticky cherry smell talks to me and confides
"It's time to sleep, and it's time to rest"
A disgusted look sweeps across my face
The tiny plastic cup filled with a nasty mess
I swallow quickly and then cough, displaced
I stumble to bed and try to sleep
It doesn't take long until I'm overcome
Crazy dreams come and bury me deep
When I awake, my senses are dumb
I hate this stuff that makes my chest heavy
But's it's better than coughing all night
So I take it before bed and wake up unsteady
Maybe tomorrow I will feel alright
Rhyme inspired by my new dependence
on Nyquil for sleep
And Flynn "Nyquil"
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