Weasel.

Now, y'all might be imagining all sorts of NON-sense
about why I haven't been on the computer, recently.
Well, I'm hear to put all y'all fantastical notions to sleep,
because I sure as hell ain't getting laid/making lots of money
or having a blast of a time.


I've been a pathetic ball, curling up and shivering, it's been
a whirl wind ride of curling up in a ball and shivering, or
just sitting down and wallowing in the insane headaches,
while shivering and sniffing.

I think I need someone to hug me, and hold me, and kiss me,
ever so tightly. To take my hand in theirs, and take the virus away,
kiss away the shakes and make me feel better.

Err, any volunteers?
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Just so:

If you would and if I may, if I could have my way.
If you'd allow me to, I'd do my best.
I'd weasel my way, burrow deep in your chest.
I'll chisel my name, have it etched for eternity,
I'll weasel my way, and have you remember me.