Asthma’s a B-

Oh wow, air? That must be nice.

My lungs just quit, rolled the dice.

Breathing’s cool—I wouldn’t know,

Mine taps out like, “Gotta go.”

A single stair? I’m gasping loud,

Wheezing like a haunted cloud.

Running? Ha! That’s just a dream,

Unless you count this gasping scream.

My lungs throw tantrums, “Nope, we’re done!”

Like breathing’s optional—just for fun.

Air goes in, but not enough,

Oxygen said, “That’s real tough.”

So here I am, inhaler tight,

Fighting air like it’s a fight.

Asthma’s a bitch, let’s be real—

Lungs that quit? What a deal.