Sick

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!