The state I’m in

How did I get into this state?

Was it a bug 

that came like a thug?

Cosh in hand, black mask on his face.

I’ll pull it down and reveal 

the dirty swine,

crinkly hair and all.

Acamol said Etti,

will cook his goose.

and save me from the noose.

I’m alright, 

just sick like a dog,

Puffy eyes blocked nose

and worst of all,

I won’t be winning 

tomorrow’s marathon,

but I’ll never get better.

The state I’m in is here to stay.