I'm SickA Poem by Matt GI get really annoyed by people asking if I am "ok" when it is quite obvious that I'm not.
My nose is running,
My face is sore, My throat hurts, And someone is at the door, Every time I stand, I want to lie on the cool linoleum floor, This hissing, wheezing cough, Is shaking me to the core, So you stand there on the porch, And you ask what's wrong, but its plain to see, I'm sick! So quit bugging me!
© 2010 Matt G |
Stats
475 Views
1 Review Added on February 18, 2010 Last Updated on February 18, 2010 AuthorMatt GINAboutI write incredibly infrequently. Often get distracted by responsibilities at work and abandon writings. I apologize if I abandon something you are enjoying. more..Writing
|