Contagious.

You got me sick. I am not sitting on my couch for vacation. Ohhhhhh, no. I am lying here, in my own sick. Miserable, and don\'t you forget it. I can\'t reach the remote. My head hurts. I smell funny. Barf.

May 28th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems, Woe Poems

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