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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 | No comments

Sun Burn.

$You could fry egss, On my skin. But they\'d taste like aloe. And I\'d punch you, Because it hurts.$

The unofficial start to summer!

May 26th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems | No comments