Going Home Sick

My sroat is thore

I’m afraid the diahrea levy will break and flood waters will rise

There are waves of oddness floating through my body

Dad would say to stick through it

But I feel more miserable alone

That is my goal, to go home and focus on misery

Misery rather than general numbness

Some people hate being sick - some hate misery

So they, ’stick through it’

Tie yourself to the mast - pills will fix the levy

But Misery is no big deal - it is temporary

I will enjoy it while I have enjoyment faculties

Go home, blow my nose, open the levy

May you all enjoy your misery - or at least the attempt to enjoy