I went to bed that night, excited by free drinks and a tent!
Hammerd I was like a nail bent sideways. Happy drunk no need to vent!
I kept all my gear on three layers of coats and hoodies, made for one sweaty night!
Now I awoke my head was in plight, so I decided to break camp and take flight!
I thought to myself, strange thoughts of mars strangling venus for refuseing to care for him.
One more day went by the next day I wished I could die.
What was it’s purpose, what was it’s flare. I thought it was just there.
Why plug my head? To make me feel dead, this was nothing nice, no rest from natures cruel device!
Damn this common cold I have no time for rest so I run around like the best. Four days later I still have a congested head I wish I was kinda dead!
Stressed, whining, excerciseing and in need to be pamperd I am a man with cold!