Throat Infection

Every word is agony,

My throat has a thing-a-me,

Feels like something

Crawled in, clamped on

And is now gnawing.

I send words too freely

Dispence them sharp and quickly

My vowels are like arrows

Delivering untold sorrows

Now I am dis-emvoweled

I feel the pain I meted

In my swollen glands

Cancelling performance plans.

Is this my comeuppance

For all my careless consonants?

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