an ode to jaundice

serve me hand, serve me foot
serve me anything at all
but don't expect a toothy grin.

for while pampering is a luxury,
helplessness is a crutch
which i suffer from.

serve me hand, serve me foot
serve me anything at all
but don't expect a curtsey.

for while i can ask for anything and everything
i do not want or need.
so asking loses it glamour and appeal.

serve me hand, serve me foot,
serve me anything at all
but don't expect a heartfelt hug.

for while everyone roams, i lie here
(languishing to be precise)
my colour is yellow and my mood is blue.
and i can't wait to see you.