Light blue matrices float upon the ceiling
They swirl about up there in mid air
An aural concaphany plays monotonously
A tune quite familar to Meniers
'Tween lethargy and comatose
Living in aching realism obvious
An insult site oedematically inclined
It rosy glow e'er accompanying
Cranial marismas seeping so
That thunder out on drums unyielding
In a heated universal scene grand
That chills a heart to the very soul
The dry cough of the desert heard
Interupting the frailed silence
A world spinning ad nauseam
In the torrents of sinal monsoons
In final thoughts it seems queer
That looming near another bout
To begin anew this profilaxis
That contends for this disease