Это стихотворение шуточное, поэтому в нём присутствует доля моего craziness!!
I got some medicine for my flu.
The fever's gone, but I feel weak.
I stay in bed, what can I do?
Still thinking how to fight fatigue.
I took a pill which made me sleep,
It worked all right, I'm seeing dreams
In which I try to spell F-a-t-i-g-u-e
And find a clue of what it means.
Injections made me scream with pain!!
They are, my friend, out of my league!
All medicine seems to be in vain
And none of it can cure fatigue.
I turn to books with much success
"Unveil the truth around mystique!"
[..effect of tiredness or stress]???
Or could it be that I'm lovesick?
Fatigue
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