Sunday, 28 May 2017

A Taint Complaint

Help me Doc I’m feeling croc
My body sent me back to bed
Something sick has played a trick
I feel beyond inside my head

My limbs are slack and nagging
My eyes not playing ball
My speech has lost the will to bite
My ears are bouncing off the wall

I feel I’m in a motion picture
Where the hero has been framed
A meltdown world of down and out
Where pandemics are proclaimed

Responsibility bearing heavily
I need containment for this cough
Help me stand up for my workmates
Perhaps tomorrow sign me off

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