Up and at ‘em

Wednesday prompt: write an up poem. 

The cold (or is it flu?)
took me to bed by force
having its way with me
through the whining last days
of that lousy last year.
Perfect ending, I suppose
but here it is
the beginning again
and there’s insurance to buy,
and perhaps new tires,
so this morning finally
I cast off the shackles
and coughed my way
bitterly to work.

What do you think?

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