Stickles Sickness

I really hate getting sick but my work hates it more

It was once a fun time of games but now is just a chore

Those friends who now live there lives very far away

From me who didnt deserve them an as such they didnt stay

Now to start my sick day anew I had to make some calls

Though my scratchy throat should’ve been a hint to why I had to still explain it all

The places I worked wondered why I couldn’t work with a lung outside my chest

I explained and explained that staying home would be best

Then these places have the gall to beg and plea and make me feel bad

That my sickness will change there life for the worse and everyone will be mad

As if me being sick for a day and not arriving would have a catastrophic effect

When really Noone would care, it only will hurt my check

But still they beg and plea till they realise there debunked

They threaten my potential promotion which is in there words flunked

But the drool and blood that cups my lips tells me that I should take a break

Though when I try to pay bills next week ill be angry at myself for the mistake

Repeat it again for my other job in which i stack wood

Yes i have 2 careers to survive this countrys “perfext” economic falsehood

Though this job was easier, the boss even offered to send soup

She hoped I got better soon and gave me the day to get myself back in the loop

Why cant all jobs be that way? Just super understanding and kind?

Its like some managers were picked to be mean, hateful, and manipulative by design

And to be that way to your underlying that is feeling sick?

Once i get better ill find another job, though with the market, I know it won’t be quick

Next on my list of sick chores in my home has to do with food

I do live with two others though they both are prudes

My roomates are polar opposites, it makes you wonder why they stay together

If they were to separate the woman would die sure but the guys life would be better

One roommate, a female whos is as disgusting as she is mean

Her tendency to trick others and leech is something I hope you never see

The creator of mold, a hole in my pocket of growing size

She has no retaining quality at all, her horribleness can only be seen with your own eyes

The other roommate a male and a stand up guy

If he was here today he would treat me as if id die

Though he makes fun of me alot and think im faining the sickness to get out of work

The bile in my stomach and his rude words combined sometimes hurt

But enough of roommates let’s get to the food

But first the female has to stop me and intrude

She yells and bickers, and blames me and cries

She even through a pot at me,, one filled with magot filled week old fries

She luckily ran away and I only got a bonk

Normally she would throw more but today it’s only a tonk

Though her voice echoes with swears and threats of self harm

I just ignore her and never speak and its become sort of a charm

I find my kitchen full to the brim of bugs, pans,plates and beer

Both of them drink a lot but for different reasons I hear

The woman drinks because she has nothing else to do, and does it to die someday

The male drinks because the house is always a mess and is always quick to blame

Though neither clean till it gets abundant or till there’s no dishes to feast

So its left to the sick man today who should do it least

After some cleaning and quarrel from the woman who complained of the mess

It finally was time to get food though my cooking isn’t gonna be the best

The meal I needed was something full of grain and absorbent food to get the acid away

Chicken and rice seemed easy enough for the sick boy today

However the rice machine was more purple than white as its shell was designed

If that mold could talk it’d say kill me and id do it just fine

So instead I cook some rice inside of a pan

Spooned butter, air fried chicken, and a drink sound like a plan

The drink isnt to complement or anything, in fact its gonna suck

Its apple cider vinegar, electrolight drink, honey, put together and then you Drink it up

After the drink your bile will sink and rise

Saliva will coat your throat and tears will fill your eyes

You’ll beg for it to be over as this concoction as you spit up more saliva and bile

But mercy won’t be quick, that horrid taste will stay awhile

Not to long the chicken and rice will be done, but you burnt the rice

Maybe drinking poison as it cooked wasn’t a good choice

But you know the drink outweighs any lozenge or throat spray on hand

So you do it one more time, though this time you turned off the pan

After another session of hatred and self flicking thoughts

I blow my nose and get to my computer after blowing out some snots

I turn on a show of heroes and villains some who love and others who fear

The greatest of them all is strong and always shouts “I am Here!”

My bowl is empty, the episode has left on the end

That motivation from all mights make me wanna cheer

Though the sight of friends who help each other makes me a little sad

I cant get distracted now, as there’s schoolwork to be had

So hours go by as I tackle my work

The strain is not rest so my body is going bezerk

A cough between sentences, commas, and questions, it starts to come clear

I need to do something about this nose so I can be a proper student and peer

Unfortunately the woman is still in the only bathroom in the house

When I go past to the kitchen I always try to be quiet like a church mouse

But somehow in her ways she always knows where i am

So i get a screaming, and psychological beating that sometimes ends in a bam

While i wait I decide to do something I love to clear my woeful thoughts

building set of Stegos and record my reaction. Its worth a shot!

Though the conversation runs quiet as the camera light flickers and fains

My love for this work did to years ago, with a past full of friendship and pain

But luckily it gave me time to wait out the woman and her bathroom

She left to her job of course not without screaming that “she will be gone soon”

A threat to get a reaction out of me of her self afflicted demise

But really if she did that I think my home happiness would rise

Though as I enter the room I find the effect is on vacation as bugs riddle the floor

My plan was to take a bath but first one more bathroom chore

I had to rid the bathroom of black mold, cockroaches, and vegetables that turned the bathroom into soup

You may think im exaggerating but im serious, im in a mold infested coup

After cleaning the mess of biological life made of animalic Cells which I learned in class

I started a hot bath knowing this will be a sniffling cure at last

With the steam that pushes the snot away I also add liquid Camphor to the mix

Though to those who didn’t suffer a 4 hour self taught biology lesson, its also called Vicks

After the bath battleground where once Great bugs ruled the bathroom by there queen

I was able to get back to school work with the Mans visit beings few and far between

But like I said his charm and generosity is always helpful to the cause

He did my laundry for me but not without doing it at a cost

Unfortunately that cost was to my benefit as well, apple cider vinegar in hand

One shot two shot three shot. God i could barely stand.

But after the taste had left me and the tremors seized my throat ached no more

Now seriously I need to get my work done or else whats the day off good for?

It makes me remember a time where I was a child at age ten

Feining sickness wasn’t what a hero would do no but I had reasons back then

Because I had believed that with free time planning on making friends would go smoother

Ten years of trying later and i found quickly that couldn’t be less true sooner

ACH bad thought away! Being alone with my thoughts is another plight

Though busy with work I shun myself although the night

Sure i did clean, sure I feel better, but i think of those I had hurt

From my boss to my old friends my pain i have delt others make me feel like a jerk

Those thoughts hinder me the rest of the time though the bath did help

It and the occasional video game i fancy does release enough stress like a yelp

But I still find ways to blame myself and this headache won’t go away

Its not felt its heard and no medicine can keep these thoughts at bay!

I think thats why I hate being sick most of all

It doesn’t have to do with my throat, or my family at all

My mother is a slob, a leech and scum, my father is a everyman with joy for big and small

My house is always a reck cause im always gone with two jobs I work all day

But someone needs to work these hours as school and life isnt cheap okay?

But through all these things my mind is always at a pace

It never sits still to reflect back and is always gone like a race

So when I am forced to sit in a room for hours on end, my mind tends to fight

I can fend it with my chores and hobbys but when im sick im unable to anything slight

Those chores i did today took hours with several a break between

So my mind fought like my mother always attacking when never seen

Whenever I tried to do school work or eat I had trouble that my mind would use to harm

My house, my mother, my past its selection of pain always worked like a charm

But as I write this down the day has come to an end

Some nightmares sure, some anger and sadness of course but at least ill see my friends

Though im not 100% better, i need to go tomorrow to put food on everyone’s plate

Its my responsibility, honor and distraction of the mind so i cannot afford to be again late

So that was my sick day today in twenty twenty six

Makes you wonder what good is it to be sick

Later ill have less money and reprimand from my job

Though my second one isn’t affected, tomorrow will be a slog

And maybe a firing at the first job that hopefully will be quick

And thats the whole reason why it sucks to be an adult and sick