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Joel M Frye  Jan 2011
Sickie
Joel M Frye Jan 2011
Sandpapered throat and
bleary eyes greet me today;
a code id da hed.
Brent Kincaid Aug 2015
It was the Saturday before Halloween
And my friends were having a blowout.
For the first time in a long time I chose
To make an exception and go on out
Dressed up for the occasion that night
As Moses without the tablets, a mask,
And when I got there, nobody groaned
Instead, I got offered a hit on a flask.

So, I arrived at the party, not hopeful
That a good time would be had by all.
I wore my silly old man mask at first
And my long gold robe to cover it all.
No biggie, everyone was dressed up
In outrageous, fantasy forms of attire
There were princesses and knights.
I called one crowned fellow sire.

My friends were doing a wine tasting
In connection with the happy affair
So, I took them up on all of that
After doffing my mask full of long hair.
We joked and told each other tales
Of our activities at work and home.
Later, I found myself kissing with
A hot to trot, **** garden gnome.

Then my oldest buddy Dan said,
“Let’s take this to the Boulevard.
It was just five blocks to the south
So the walk won’t be that hard.”
Seeing the adventure in this
Nobody disagreed even a little
We took off in a clump of twenty
With me masked, close to the middle.

First was our friend, Allan the artist.
He’d constructed a seven foot ****.
He wore black pants and shoes
But the papier mache did the trick.
Second was the Darth Vader guy,
A lawyer in a fine rented outfit.
Behind him was Doctor Ucia Sickie
In scrub greens with ****** clots on it.

There was Raggedy Anne and Goofy
And a couple of Midnight Cowboys
And Dan was dressed quite normally
Because he was the outing’s decoy.
See, most of us were a bit drunk, and
Nobody had any dope on them then
As it was a touchy time about ***
In the days of Reagan, way back when.

Daniel didn’t care. Without telling a soul
He had whipped up Toklas brownies
And passed them to us, getting us ripped
Completely unknown to most of the townies.
Dan raised great window-box stuff, so I
Remembered, in two bites, from times before,
And soon I got that happy, toasty feeling
And my shyness was suddenly no more.

Of we went, twenty fools wide then
Wandering down the Avenue of Stars
Goggling at the crowd, the costumes,
The zinging lights and the hopping cars.
Everyone had beer bottles, not just us
Or wine bottles and were guzzling glad
About this happy, jam packed occasion
There was no way to be bored or sad.

The cholos were dancing their hydraulics
On cars that cost more than some homes,
And the sidewalks were all overflowing
With humans thick as laundry foam.
It wasn’t really walking, it was standing up
And letting the tide of people carry me
In a Mardi Gras atmosphere of loopy fun
That offered up nothing to worry me.

We went all the way to Fairfax, then we
Turned around and made our way back
A knotted mass of silly people gabbing
Like hamsters running on an invisible track.
Halfway down, at about Hudson street,
In front of me I heard something loud.
People were screaming with laughter
And gathered in an even tighter crowd.

The middle of a circle, with TV cameras,
Was Allan, the seven foot ****, corralling
A six foot, totally authentic Miss Piggy
And she was fending him off giggling.
He kept putting the huge head of his guise
Down toward her thighs, and the crowd
Applauded, hooted, whistled and laughed
And it seemed the Boulevard just howled.

It was on the news the next morning
As we all were sure it would have to be
But that night became a noteworthy one
For all of my friends, strangers and me.
You never know what will happen to you
When you let yourself be a bit more free.
You might end up in a Halloween Parade.
Well. At least that’s what happened to me.
Damian Murphy  Apr 2015
Sickener!
Damian Murphy Apr 2015
I decided to throw a sickie,
I thought; What the hell?!
But I knew it would be tricky
convincing work I was not well.
I’m not the type to take the Mickey,
I’m normally as good as gold
And I was feeling a little bit dicky,
if the truth be told.
I just needed a day off or two
but had used all my holidays,
And I knew I would not be up to
doing very much anyways.

When I rang, I coughed and spluttered,
convincing as could be!
I won’t be in today I muttered,
ever so hoarsely.
I think I have an infection
but I’m not really sure,
My stomach keeps retching
and I have a temperature.
I have not slept since yesterday
with a pounding headache,
I think coming in to work today
would be a huge mistake!

“That is totally unacceptable”!
was the unexpected response,
“You will be in so much trouble
unless you come to work at once”!
“You had better come in this morning!”
“This is just not good enough!”
“Or I will give you a final warning,
and you can pack up your stuff”!
“If you do not come in today,
don’t ever bother coming back”!
“if you are not in work straightaway,
I will give you the sack”!

I was somewhat taken aback,
I could not believe my ears
To be threatened with the sack
after working hard for years!
I think I went into shock,
I was suddenly left reeling!
I was in an awful ****,
Twice as bad I was feeling!
I could not help but stress,
I could not believe it was true.
So I went to work under duress,
what else could I do?

I was not long at my work station
when spark out cold I went!
Causing great consternation,
It was a major incident!
And when it was discovered
what had actually gone on,
before I had even recovered
the manager responsible was gone!
Thank God I recovered fully
after some rest and recuperation
and was able to retire comfortably
on my substantial compensation!

For all managers, a lesson
When people ring in sick,
You should never go off on one!
There’s no point getting thick!
You may be the one they fire
Where would be the gain?
And the target of your ire
may never have to work again!
You need to tread more carefully
In this litigious age,
You need to have the ability
To control your rage!
You may have a job to do
Lots of boxes you must tick
But if this is why they fire you,
Would you not be Sick?!
C Mahood  Jun 2018
Mammy Said
C Mahood Jun 2018
Time for school,
Get out of bed,
Come on now lazy,
I know your not dead.

Stop pretending,
don’t make a fuss,
You need to get dressed,
Or you miss the bus!

No time for a shower,
Get washed in the sink.
Remember your ears,
And you pits or you'll stink!

Get some toast and your shoes,
Then strait out the door,
No you cant pull a sickie,
So Get up off the floor!

You’ve eaten your breakfast,
Now your belly is full,
Now get out of my sight,
GET YOUR **** INTO SCHOOL!
Tee typical words of a Mother from Ulster.
Harmony Sapphire May 2016
I hate you.
You cursed my life.
You prevented & stopped me from being a mother and wife.
Your a b*.
I tried to ditch.
You took my child.
And portrayed me as being wild.
You kidnapped.
Why can't to you lightning would zap?
I am so done with your bull sh
t & crap.
Then I would celebrate & clap.
My daughter is a fairy.
She can't have dairy.
Stay away from her.
You are not the cure.
You are the most unpure.
You're sick.
You are a prck.
I want to **** you with a brick.
You let a child molestor f
ck me with his d*ck.
Get out of our lives.
Gio to a cliff & take a dive.
You have an insane brain.
You can't control your bladder.
I hope you fall off a ladder.
Or down some stairs.
I wouldn't be someone who cares.
Fall off a roof.
So you can go ****.
Die in the street.
I wouldn't care if you got hit by a car.
I would wish for that on a shooting star.
You are an unfit mother.
Who is your baby snatching grandmother.
You tell lies.
You make her cry.
Why won't you just die?
Death that can be quick.
When you are sick.
Death can be slow.
When it's time to go.
Death can be stubborn
Something you can learn.
Death can be scary.
If you eat a poisonous berry.
Death can be a risk.
When you want to be brisk.
Death can be tricky.
If you are a sickie.
Death can be sneaky.
When you are freaky.
Death can be a shock.
If you can't swim and fall off the dock.
Or gets suffocated and gagged by a sock.
The killer you they will mock.
God will make the depths of hell crumble and rock.
That sinking feeling must mean that it's now Monday,
someday, probably tomorrow, it won't be.

one cup of coffee before I'm off, he
says,
Monday's are always a rush.

I could 'pull a sickie'
but you know
that's not like me,
I'll take the slings and the arrows
and wait 'til the sun goes
down.
Charles Sturies Jan 2018
I like to think
I was born with a sense of humor,
maybe not like the Harvard Junior!
But enough to qualify as a zoomer.
They used to call me here at the VA
because of my loudness, I guess, boomer,
I still feel like a ham
but I get serious now because of the jam
I listen to
and the qualities in me that exist too
like a bit of cynicism,
a bit of skepticism
and even a little bit of a sickie in me, too cool.
-Charles Sturies
Yenson  Jun 2019
no fix necessary
Yenson Jun 2019
why seek the route that travails far
in my backyard the pickings are all there
but can't be arsed to oil the wheels
when the main man pays a dollar for nothing
and a roof over blondie and Jason

let the continentals be baristas for my coffee
a sub-continental can offer me a sickie
come to my land and serve I don't say Sir
mate you go earn your keep and do sweeping
my mates are waiting and it cheers all round

so who wants to be the boss of what
down my way equality is living of the scrounge
I take it as I find it and hell I am son of the land
let me sit and write across the sea
send my venting to those blue rinses
better they think they are for effort is merit
better I am with the vandals of the streets

I don't have you don't have
all's equal in war and love
my pain becomes your distress
cos in that grand scheme of things
its power in grubby hands to ruin and rack
let's drink and be merry
like Robin Hood in Sherwood forestry

I may be down here and I am proud
for to all and sundry I am the plank
that you walk on before you fall into the sea
that's my joy
a **** plank but still I count
three cheers for the bottom feeders
one day we will find our way
leave the injuns to run the show
get me a beer and a whole load
of hate
burning hate
my food for my station

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