Cabin Fever
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My head is full of cabin fever
Nothing much to do—
Except indulge, engorge, satiate, satisfy, consume
Everything to do—
But my head is full of cabin fever
So there is really nothing on my schedule
And nothing much to do—
Except, howling at the moon
Struggling with my foremost temptations
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Someone caught the cabin fever in my head
Nothing much to do—
But close those open windows
Sweep up that broken glass
Lower my blood alcohol content
To the legal limit, then
regret the past
This poem is about:
Me
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