cimorene

Dear Sudafed, sweet Sudafed,
You really hurt my nostrils
When you work your sinus-drying magic
And I feel kind of high
Yet you enable me to sleep at night,
And not feel the torment of
Balloons trying to inflate
Inside my skull, exactly at the temples.
Sweet sudafed, you're kind of expensive
And sold only over the counter,
But you are totally worth it,
Even if you contain some dubious chemicals.
Oh Sudafed! Saviour of people with really stuffy head colds!
Why, oh why aren't you legal in the EU?
For my supply of you has basically run out,
And I didn't get around to buying more when I visited the US,
For I am a fool, who foresaw not
How I would want to shoot myself without you, the next time
I had a really fucking horrible cold.
I should have bought an extra suitcase full.
And now I must merely suffer alone,
And try to inhale steam and/or chili powder
In a futile quest for some relief.