Antibiotics make me curse

I swallow the antibiotics

They make me feel sick and so tired

I was rude to my cousin

Just one of a dozen.

I think he said,get rewired.

The doctor said  I must take them

As my kidneys are full of complaints.

Even though I feel worser

He got even terser

And said,if you must,you can faint.

I feel troubled already,

And I must have them for two weeks.

Still it’s better then dying;

I may do much sighing.

As I write now,my hand creaks.

My mood seems unpaired from the real now,

As I feel  very happy and gay.

Should I be depressed

Or to evil confess?

Well,I’ll save the rebukes for a day