Words Through The Fog / Deadline Despair

  Got to edit. Got to edit. Underlined red each time I read it.

  As I stare bleerily through viral haze. Tap. Tap. Tap

  Yet the typo stays.

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  Attempt number four finally gets the word write.

  Perhaps at last I can finally right.

  To marshall thoughts made of cotton wall

  The sneeze scatters characters, plot and all

  It's mighty hard to write when you have a disease.

  The deadline doesn't care. Time doesn't listen to please.

  Pleas tell me if the ticking's just inside my head.

  Am I writing sense or are my characters misled?

  By cough and sneeze and desperate wheeze

  Seeking just one moment of simple clarity

  Until at last I swallow the bitter pill

  It's mighty hard writing when you're ill.