Somethings to Nothings, Evas to Nevers
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Two tiny Cetirizine popped in
somebody is drowsy
Mometasone rained hard enough for a dam break
sleep’ll be soundly.
Or lousy, mousy, frowsy, certainly housy.
Whatever, never mind expoundly.
Couching in all day,
loafing roundly
lipped liquored languor laced listlessness
is spellboundly,
earthboundly and grounding.
Slobber juice will be here in a minute!
Was once going into something
but now it’s nothing.
One is nothing.
Oneself is nothing.
Or’ll be nothing.
Self is nothing.
How profoundly.
Metal mental dumbfoundly,
once self is lost or its atoms,
it’s like Newton’s laws are blackmailed.
Nothing can stop the tag along losses,
even though they’re uninvited.
They surge to a metastate, excited,
One’s left indicted and un-knighted.
Knackered out, petered out, woundly.
It’s about nothing.
It’s about forevers
that stopped ‘fore heaven’s gate,
fell off and landed on fornevers.
Surviving this feat is astoundly
and should be studied.
NASA should explore this.
Nasal gateway is blocked again,
unsurprisingly flooding.
This has nothing to do with the 15 litres of water
that was gulped in before midday
to appease the slaughtering 39-degrees summer sun rays.
Na! Nuh nuh nuh nuh.
Na! Nuh nuh nuh nuh.
The paracetamols earlier couldn’t give head to the headache.
Ibuprofen or Novocaine?
Ibuprofen or Novocaine??
Need a head for this headache.
Let the Mometasone rain, rain, —rain.
It’s Cetirizine cloudy
Two or three or more
or just too more for drowsy.
Nose-y rowdy.
Sprinting gray matter now slows to a mosey,
It’s moseying, sluggish and lowly.
Thumb instinctively surfing — scrolling cowardly
Mind horrendously browsy
Momentarily dwell on what feels arousy.
The snore hits fitfully proudly,
raving and carousy,
Drowning in that slobber juice,
infamously renownedly mouthy.