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…
coming…
BURP!
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!