Influenza, move on!

Sick, sneezing and sacks of tissue everywhere.
Influenza is in love with me,
I could nearly swear.

Coming to visit me several times a month,
I am so sick of his presence.
But he doesn't know,
The poor thing is so clueless....

Whenever he arrives,
He brings nothing but discomfort.
I beg god for him to go away,
Enough at his hands I have suffered.

No good night's sleep when Influenza's around,
No resting time for me.
We bicker and fight till late at night,
Till half past fucking three.

Influenza dear you claim to love me,
Though with me you are so cruel.
Just know my love if able I was,
I'd say that we are through!