Poem for a Tuesday Morning (or, How I HATE a Damn Headache)

Got a headache.
Can't seem to shake.

Two Excedrin taken.
Headache not shaken.

A cherry coke guzzled.
Headache unmuzzled.

Getting off my ass
to go to class.

Feels like lead
shot through my head.

Or maybe a missile.
I sense early dismissal.