gross in my throat: a gogyohka

whistling past the potato chip
rips the great tornado
but come the season
the monsoon will bellow
frothing up the ocean spray

had a cough this winter? share a five line poem about in the comments. it won’t make your cold stay longer, I can promise that much.

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