(Blame it on the nyquil) I am the sick Photographer I tried to take some pictures With stuffy nose and ache I tried it with the lens cap on It's just a bit opaque? My sneeze adjusts my aperture My cough the ISO, too I went to take a long exposure Instead I hit preview. I deleted all my images And wiped the card off clean I didn't have a backup And the bride's dear mom is mean. I tried to make an HDR I grabbed the slider, 'black' St. Peter dropped in to say, "Hi" and take his halo back. I snapped a picture of a dove And into 'Shop it went After twenty curve adjustments My Wacom pen was bent. The dove that was no longer became trippy, posterized. I posted it for feedback And got back "bleeding eyes!!!" To much saturation, rule of thirds a bad one, too I'd framed the pure white dove in a vibrant patch of goo. I hacked on a kind model from the 'Mayhem, TFP She's now down with Swine Flu, And the mods have site banned me. Every shot I take is torture Each edit, just a fight I am the sick photographer I'm nyquillin, and chillin, g'night.