Waterworld
Who turned on the water-works?
And left the nasal tap
Running and dripping
In the middle of my face?
It seems the flow is never-ending
A steady stream of liquid
Pouring from my puffy eyes
And dropping from my nose
Into crumpled handkerchiefs and tissues
Who made the view so bleary
Unclear and smeary?
The blubbing and the blabbing
Dabbing and wiping
Through the sneezing
Wheezing in the throat
Drowning in a soggy world
Sometimes gushing in a torrent
Then slowing to a gentle leaking
In this wet and watery world
Of pollen-polluted nostrils
In a hot and fevered face
That can only find relief
Buried deep within a pillow
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