Such a drag
My eyelids sag
And I will not brag
My footsteps zig and zag
My body’s a wrung out dish rag
I should cover my head with a bag
My hair has matted in to one big shag
My step has no bounce, spring or swag
My life feels like I’ve been drug out of the crag
I cannot sleep though my mind and body are utterly fag
The sight and smell of food too rich is enough to make me gag
I feel at any moment my brain will explode with the incoming frag
But this too shall end, as it is really only time-travel induced jet lag.
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