I woke up this morning feeling a little queasy
I thought to myself "it's fine, take it easy"
I went downstairs to find my mom in the kitchen
And then I realized "oh no I can't keep it in"
I ran to the bathroom to quickly throw up
I got to stay home but not when I grow up
Because you have to work, it's your obligation
I know it's ridiculous, like what in tarnation
A poem accounting for my struggles this morning