It's a mystery as to why women fail to appreciate the seriousness of man-flu. This poem was written from my sick-bed, mid-80s, Belsize Park, listening to The Smiths ... its a recipe for misery. I don't disappoint... The accompanying video says it all ....
Chill
These maudlin hours
With influenza riding my tubes
And Morrissey on the dansette.
All conviction cowers
As failure stalks these white rooms
Like singles down the discotheque.
A world where all the laughter’s canned,
The Lem-Sip lifestyle of the damned.