An Ode to Conjunctivitis

You wake up groggy; the world’s a blur,

You stumble, you trip, you curse the liqueur.

You were supposed to awaken crisp like toast

Yet here you are, as blind as a post

(You’re mixing your metaphors1 now, never a good sign.

The next time you drink, you stick to your rum.)

Damn.

 
You look in the mirror, you recoil with fear,

You [...]