Hello nausea, my old friend,
You’ve come to talk with me again,
Because a feeling softly creeping,
Left its rumble while I was sleeping,
And the feeling
that was planted in my guts
Drives me nuts
Within the growls of
In restless dreams I tossed alone
Narrow rooms of
‘Neath the halo of exhaust fans,
I take my place on tiles so
cold and damp
While my bulldog pj’s are far from a pretty sight
I sit at night
And live the life of nausea.
And in the potty
bowl I saw
Ten thousand gekos, maybe more.
lizzards swimming without
lizzards humming without singing,
Lizzards writing poems that
reptiles never share
And no one cared
Must be the Oxycodone.
Okay … You get the idea. Yes, after another day being sick on my couch, I’m going batty!