A gut wretching whine,
the sadening cry wind.
A gasp of frustration,
the sad dementia grin.
A hallowing high howl,
A gruff little murmor.
languishing laughters,
grief ridden theatres.
An utterance of ether,
a cantankerous carona.
Side splitting scream,
the pain of influenza.
Twenty eight days flu,
wouldn wish it on you.
Nor any run in an ICU,
wouldnt want that for you.