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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Sick


I'm sick.

Sick like an oil spill.
Ill like my brain keeps miss fire ing.
Sore like I have an eagle stuck in my throat.
Impaired like I see two of me in the mirror.
Weak like it takes seven days to stand up straight.
Tottering like taters in a plastic basket.
Spinning like a CD vom it.
Delirious like a coke cane.
Coughin' like I'm about to be buried.
Achey like I'm trying to open a lock.
Disease like I'm floating in the ocean. 
Sweatering like I'm wearing wool.
Leaking brain lube like it s'not funny.

Like a vacuum eating a straw; sick sucks.

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