Ugh I hate getting this tonsilitis every now and then, hate it with a vengance.
I revolted against it - went with a whole attack without medication. Oh yeah you tonsilitis bitch, I can take whatever you can throw.
I rebeled against it - threw alcohol, cubes of ice, icecream, and tobacco down it when it was at its inflated glory most.
I cried for it to go away, I ignored it, I saw movie marathon marathons while under its prowess...
But I never cut them off. I remained loyal...no part of my body, no matter how badly it misbehaves, was to be let go.
(deadpan, threatening, scary you-know-shit-is-going-to-go-down background music begins)
I don’t throw those tantrums anymore and I think the time has come to let go.
(background music tails off with a closeup of a tonsil screaming and running down the streets of a non-descript neighbourhood)