ASTHMA

by Mr. E

Summer's sun lights down and takes wing

Clogging, thick, almost damp air it brings

Not as awful as the One Ring

Wind taut around my chest like string

An effort to lift voice and sing

A pool dream of held ribs; or Ming

the Merciless bearhugging

Now you realize, O2 is a king

Entering, hear register's ghost's ching

Ah, Food World's fresh, crystaline air spring.

But review, this hurt is the Lord's help, a ding

Refining life's song 'til you sing purer than Bing,

So doing remove fears', sadnesses' sting