When fever grips me

I feel too cold and shiver much, Unlike how I tend to like the chill, Sore throat and headache clutch, Like time's against me and my will. I keep persisting until I get so tired, Not taking rest, because I've got to work, Anyway I throw up and get my eyes pained, With body ache all over, I sleep like a dork. I have strong hatred for cough syrups, I'd rather drink a soup or something better, I keep waiting and procrastinate my works, Until I get better, to time's wrath I surrender.