I loathe feeling under the weather...,
especially when nasty elephant
(named Thomas the pachyderm)
stomping to break loose courtesy tether,
where antibodies of mine
struggle to band together
loosely analogous to voters
standing in a queue
waiting to cast their vote
(while Georgia on my mind
wafts thru wireless earbuds)
tickling the fanciful notion
Raphael Warnock
leads runoff by barb of a feather.
