Man Flu Poem

Here I lay, alone in my bed
Runny nose and stuffy head
It's 10:30 pm, but tomorrow morning I job
But my brain can't stop thinking about that thingamabob

You know the one from like years ago
Or maybe not, I don't know
My brain is just thinking, and I don't know why
I need to sleep, brain, or tomorrow I'll die

If I don't die tonight when I can't sleep
I wonder what it's like to shear a sheep
Stop it brain, I have to bed
Don't make me come in there and remove you from my head

This cold is killing me, my sinus doth inflame
Being sick is really, really lame
What sort of God would give us the flu?
And how exactly does one cobble a shoe?

If they nail the sole, don't people's feet get stuck?
Walking on nails, man, that would really suck
Okay, brain, it's time to turn off
I'm falling asleep, but my throat burns, I cough

Now I'm awake again, and I feel like death
My lungs are now filling with my last breath
Lower me to the ground, and cover me with dirts
I rub my head because it freakin' hurts

What was that show I used to watch as a child?
The one with the dinosaurs, man that was wild
Not the show Dinosaurs, this was different
I can't think of something that rhymes with different

My brain is just thinking, and thinking and thinking
I just made a fart. It smells really bad.
You thought I would rhyme the first line and second
But excuse me right now, the hospital I must check-in

They say nothing's wrong, but I know it's a lie
This cold will be the death of me, I swear to God I'm going to die
Doctors are stupid, I know how sick I are
My chest feels like upon me, is parked a car

So again here I lay, with blankets I'm wrapped
My head feels like bees, within it are trapped.
I know tonight instead of a sleeper I will be a tosser
Then my brain remembers, the show was called Dinosaucers

That's it, guys. This horrible poem has gone on enough. Just let me die in peace. Sad reacts only.