Who’s ill?
I’m Ill
Your ill?
Yes… ill
Belly’s cramped, it’s making bubbles.
Stay near the bog or I’m in trouble.
Eat soup,
What soup?
Tinned soup,
…Ill poop.
There’s nothing wants to stay inside
My neck is sore, my lips have dried.
Don’t die
I’ll try
Oh my
That’s why..
Please fuck off and leave me to it,
I need to replen all me fluids
You’re mean
I’ll scream
Don’t preen
It’s been…
At least an hour since I last shat
But that don’t mean I’m gonna chat.
Must fight.
Goodnight.
That’s right,
Fucking plight…
I’m wet and pissed off sweaty balls
I’m climbing every bedroom wall.
To celebrate day four of illdom
Stay in bed and scour my kingdom
Any thoughts of going out
Can fuck off!
The author
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
Dec247h 
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