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Best Poems About / On SICK
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Illness
Clawing at the guts of life
(The enteron exudes in desperation) ,
Targeting a disconnection of the fizzing brain,
Viral armies work the anatomic landscape,
breaking, entering; raping the
very cells that constitute the unison of being.
How dare they! How bloody dare they!
And what invades the strafing virion? Nothing!
Such invincibility cocks a snoop at the melting body.
Ah! but we fight back! Immunity in memory, recognition;
Heritable blueprints, borne of evolution phew! relief
Might there be some retribution?
Not always
Often times the little nasty shoots itself right through the foot,
Overstimulating the hosts immune system
So what? The creepy imp retorts. There are plenty more fish (hosts)
In the sea. Huh! Like me.
And so the rawness of ill grazes, repugnant, on the flesh,
Rasping away the soul.
Sh*t! You cant even see the little b*st*rds!
Theyre eating you away and you dont even see them
Its as if one day, your body suddenly decides to rot
Before your very consciousness.
Youre dying unfolds the message.
And with that, Ill continue to move on through the
Elemental cycles of God-awful Nature
Sh*t!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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I'm so sick
Mark R Slaughter
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
(copyright 1993-2007)
Robert John Meehan
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Sick
I'm sick,
of being me
I'm sick,
of people
I'm sick,
of feeling crushed
I'm sick,
of being depressed
I'm sick,
of having to yell everyday
I'm sick,
of school
I'm sick,
of being imperfect
I'm sick,
of being so smart
I'm sick,
of acting stupid sometimes
I'm sick,
of saying things i don't mean to other people
I'm sick,
of hiding secret inside me
I'm sick,
of life!
Chaotic Life aka Curly Mer
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im sick
IM SICK
SICK OF ALL THIS DRAMA
SICK OF ALL THE BULLSHIT
IM SICK OF ALL YOUR LIES
IM SICK OF YOU STARING AT MY EYES
WHILE YOU SAY I LOVE YOU
WHEN YOU DONT MEAN IT ONE BIT
IM SICK OF ALL THE TEARS
IM SICK OF THE GUILT YOU GAVEN ME
IM SICK OF BEING AFFRIAD
SAD THING IS ONLY AFFRIAD OF YOU
IM SICK OF ALL THE PAIN YOU GAVEN ME
IM SICK OF ALL THE WOUNDS
IM SICK OF LIVING IN THIS FEAR
IM SICK OF YOU
Angela puerta
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