My body is now oatmeal
My legs have turned to jam
My heart is soon to keel
My lips are forming “Damn!”
My stomach felt the drop
My eyes ceaselessly blink
My lungs are sure to pop
My curls are in a kink
My hands tremble like fear
My arms they limply fall
My mind is gone I hear
and I’m not sick at all
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