It could be ragweed, cedar, or pollen
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The wind picked up and the weather changed
The air attacked my nasal membranes
Back of my throat I felt a tickle
End of my nose started to trickle
This ain’t Covid, this ain’t the flu
This ain’t nothing I can give to you
This ain’t some kind of scary disease
I’m just snuffling and suffering from allergies
Those allergies
It could be ragweed, cedar, or pollen
Maybe just one, but probably all of ‘em
I’m low on tissues, down to my last box
This jazz in my nose is blowing bebop
I take the pills and snort the nasal sprays
They worked for a while and then stopped one day
I can’t seem to find any relief
I’m just sneezing and wheezing from allergies
Those allergies
I cannot stand my seasonal condition
I’m always complaining, I’m always bitchin’
I should just move to another place
Just pack it all up and get out of this state
Though it doesn’t really matter where I go
I’ll never escape my own nose
My enemy is the slightest breeze
I’m just sniffin’ and itchin’ from allergies
Those allergies
1/13/23
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