I Must Be Sick - Poem by Lara W.A
Dadadada I’m so happy
Got a text message
Which cured me like tranquilizers.
The magical reaction is filling up my bones;
Charming my instability,
And balancing my lack of empathy.
Now I’m grinning like a sick
“School closed for two days.
Tell the others,
See you on Monday.”
Many gratitudes to
The forests in Sumatera
Thank you for burning
And letting the haze
Shroud my city.
(And the doctors are making a lot of money too)
My eyes are twitching
I’m tasting the smokey air
And my throat is sore
But I’m not taking this smile off,
Na ah! You can’t make me.
Many intangible benefits
I can exploit.
No need to scream for attention;
(I'm sick, baybeh!)
Of course I will exaggerate for sympathy!
Being unwell is so liberating sometimes.
(I can't wait to hide under the blankets)
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