It’s a double Benadryl night
It’s been awhile, thought I could cope
But this year has been rough
And this flareup won’t stop
No lotions or ointments;
They don’t work anyway
I’m to avoid my triggers, ha.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,
The bubble I must live in
Doesn’t exist.
Maybe it’s time to do real meds again.
For tonight, it’s two Benadryl.
Tomorrow is another day
(And I’m sure I’ll be drowsy.)