I'm SickA Poem by Matt GI get really annoyed by people asking if I am "ok" when it is quite obvious that I'm not.
My nose is running,
My face is sore, My throat hurts, And someone is at the door, Every time I stand, I want to lie on the cool linoleum floor, This hissing, wheezing cough, Is shaking me to the core, So you stand there on the porch, And you ask what's wrong, but its plain to see, I'm sick! So quit bugging me!
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