I’m tired, dizzy,
Nauseous, weak.
I cannot smell.
It hurts to speak.
I cannot walk.
I long to die!
I can’t go to work
Nor (God forbid) lie.
Tag Archives: Illness
A Slight Exaggeration, But Still Pretty Darn Dedicated
I spent the morning puking
Than had a headache linger
Then had a crazy workday
As life gave me the finger.
And as my eyes began to bleed
And all my hair turned gray
All I worried about was if
I wrote a travesty yesterday.
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Don’t Worry: None Of This Crap Is True (Except the Punchline)
My bones ache,
My pores burn,
My very innards
Are a’ churn.
Exhaustion sets
My hair ablaze.
I do approach
The end of days.
I’m dehydrated
As I ask you
Why wouldn’t I
Stay up ’til 2:00?
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The Daily Travesty 