#885 – Ate Too Much

Ate Too Much
I feel like this every time I eat flies too.

Something Really Wrong With Me

There’s something REALLY wrong with me.
It’s growing deep inside.
I wouldn’t be surprised to see
if soon I up and died.

A hypochondriac, I’m not.
I KNOW I’m deathly ill.
Alas, this dread disease I’ve caught
will bend me to it’s will.

I’ve never felt so bad before.
Oh, what a way to go!
This pain that permeates my core,
Oh me! Oh my! Oh no!

My tummy starts to palpitate
I hear it slop and slurp.
I’m SURE I’ll soon succumb, but wait…
It’s coming…

Special mention today goes to Ryan Stockton for suggesting “Hypochondriac”. Ryan is a fellow poet, and you can read his work (and buy his new book) here!

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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