27 November 2012
Feeling icky, Dreading the day. Feeling sicky, Wish it would go away.
Not it the mood, For work or school. Life is useless, This isn't cool.
Head is pounding, Give me some drugs. Throat is burning, Honey and lemon mugs.
Shivers running, through my legs. Feels like I'm walking on pegs.
Please winter, Stop making people sick. Give us a Christmas, Without any tricks!
xx
Sick • Opuss № I