I’m so truthful I just have to lie.

I’ve got another UTI
Sometimes I feel I might die
The pain when I wee
Is not good for me
I’m so truthful I just have to lie.

My brain’s  muddled up like a ditch
I feel l  must look like a witch
The confusion’s amusin’
The cat loves allusion
But someone keeps queering my pitch.

I’ve had 37 Nitrofurantoin pills
But they don’t seem to cure that what ails.
I need something broader
And of a higher order.
UTI’s   try everyone’s will.