I'M Just Sick Of It All. Poem by Michael Gale

Diarrhea...
It hits when you least expect it.

That usually means i'm full'a sh_t.
That's it.

I rush to the pot...
Well-I'm not, i'm not.

Nausea...
Sick to my stomach.

I get dizzy and fall like a big dumb lummox...
Bad tummy.

Because i've eaten something not good or yummy...
That's me- An unthinking dummy- That feels crummy.

Illness...
Feel pain- Feel this.

Tooth ache...
To the dentist to remove it and it to take.

Pain...
Nothing but suffering to gain.

The flu...
That will not do.

To ail...
Can at times seem to us we fail.

Get rid of all of it...
Do ya get it?

Will not do...
For me or you.