cop-out
sick day
cry baby
goin’ home to play
bad case
head gout
what can I say
I sit in dismay
can’t believe
takin’ a sick day
forehead aches
nose running away
belly all a’gurgle
gonna have to go
stay home for a day
starring at the screen array
blankly fading whilst I sway
sweat drips down my back
what made me feel this way
caught a bug
up in my mug
it’s here to stay
have to take a sick day
at the very least
they will still pay
as each month I work
I build up one sick day
to the heavens I pray
give me the drugs
make me sleep on the rug
not trying to be a ****
or give extra work to my clerk
but when I feel this way
I just can’t stay
no other option
today,
a sick day
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
cop-out
sick day
cry baby
goin’ home to play
bad case
head gout
what can I say
I sit in dismay
can’t believe
takin’ a sick day
forehead aches
nose running away
belly all a’gurgle
gonna have to go
stay home for a day
starring at the screen array
blankly fading whilst I sway
sweat drips down my back
what made me feel this way
caught a bug
up in my mug
it’s here to stay
have to take a sick day
at the very least
they will still pay
as each month I work
I build up one sick day
to the heavens I pray
give me the drugs
make me sleep on the rug
not trying to be a ****
or give extra work to my clerk
but when I feel this way
I just can’t stay
no other option
today,
a sick day
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