I’m sick. Literally. A virus has infected my sinus and it’s long lasting so it’s timeless. No shit. I’ll get over it. I’ll take a test for COVID, bitch.
This sucks, but I bet you don’t give a fuck. I’ll take a Mucinex and shout “who’s the best?!” I’ll prove it-- yes, but no one will be able to hear me due to fluid in my chest, so I’ll type it out as useless text.
Nasal and cough symptoms have made me a soft victim. Vomiting in the sink of my large kitchen as I solemnly think of my lost kitten, who’s probably out in the cold frost-bitten.
Meanwhile you think this is another long written and that I spent the first part of the song bitchin’! so you won’t listen. Which is okay because
I look for material at the bottom of my cereal. Luckily my sickness is not venereal.
Here we go. I’ll share the loss with @
veritas and he can write about a factory worker in the Americas.
When I visit the doc I also fear detection of a major ear infection which will call for a clear injection.
Watching Cruel Intentions while the doc uses tools for inspection and prescribes the newest medicine.
Several best friends have recommended mental health meds so I sit in my self-made storage shed… eating porridge & bread and shooing off mommy who’s telling my dad I should be going to bed.
Forgive me as I seem to be letting the sickness go to my head. It’s making me pump a Michigan school full of lead until the fools are all dead, just because I deem the rules are so bad.
Swing and a miss! It’s simple and quick how I use wit as a trick so you think I’m a bitch or as dumb as a brick. I’m fucking sick.