Facing Up To Facts

So it's come to this, my friend
I have to face it now
Could this really be the end?
The time to take my bow?

My lids are tired and heavy
My fading eyesight dims
My muscles weak, unsteady
Scant movement in my limbs

Lethargic pulse declining
To add to all my woes
For the end of this I'm pining
To feel once more repose

My body racked from head to toe
What are these pains I feel?
I think I have the right to know
Don't give me any spiel

Give it to me straight, please, nurse
I'll steel myself to take it
I'm ready now to hear the worst
The honest truth, don't fake it

I see, so it's as bad as that
There's nothing I can do
I'll just suffer with this tragic fact
Goddammit! I've got man flu

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