Short Sick To Death Of It Poems

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Cancer strikes terror in people.

Awful prognosis, scars a family.

Nasty disease that hurts and kills many.

Children should be immune, but they are not.

Everyone thinks they know, but actually…

Rarely do we realize what a family lives through with this horror....

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Nothing in life is ever free

And for but a minimal fee

I'll cure you of all your ills

Just swallow these little pills

But if that doesn't do the trick

And your stomach's feeling sick

Trust me now and if you please

Open up and swallow these

One dose, two dose, three dose, four

If that works just ask for more

If it don't, we'll just keep trying

Right up to the day you're dying...

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Does anyone have the slightest clue ?

Exactly what the hell is going on ?

And if you do ?

Can you please lend me some money ?

Because i have a ton of bills to pay

And i am self-employed

So no work ,
No pay

And i'm not even sick ?

Unless you count ?

Totally and utterly

Sick to death of all of this

I thought i had seen everything before

I thought i knew the world before

But now i am not so sure...

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death, death, death - i’m sick to death
   of death
                    and all things ill
and things that    creep and crawl

we won’t need to talk of life
   
no need to say
                            c’est la vie
                                                 that is life

when we arrive in    afterlife

we will be   and that’s all    we’ll need to be
           with all our loved ones there

8/23/2022...

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Frankincense 
Incense 
And 
Half burnt candle's 
X 3
In a Triangular Circle 
A good luck potion 

To appease 
The Gods
He knew not he robbed
All he wronged
For fear he was cursed 
He sought magic to reverse

The silk purse of bad tiding 
Sick to death of hiding 
From being endlessly put upon
Rejection and misfortune 

Chant and charm
By sweaty palm
Be gone
Flickering flame
Lest my Demons 
Be Slain

Take me to Part 3' domain...

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I have no empathy, 
Rip me open, and inside you will see,
the reason I despise 
the emptiness ,the lies,
the tears I can’t cry 
the look of isolation 
deep set in my eyes.

I’m praying one day to feel something,
Because everyday I’m numb,and I’m choking,
Left to drown in a sea of nothing,
Sick to death of all this  suffering. 

My hearts exhausted by destruction,
With a mind lacking any emotion,
My whole body has no compassion ,
Or room for any affection....

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Get Up Poet 

Sick to death of adjectives
The poet died in boredom 
Trying to fit railway ties
Neatly between tracks without
Any texture or color.

The rails were smooth and he
Couldn’t speak of their gleam in the sun 
And the ties, brown and splintering.
Poor bard, he couldn’t say that either.
Ah! his tongue was tied to the tracks.

There they lay – the train tracks,
Plain as day, and he on them, dead
By a train of no particular description.

©Kathryn McL. Collins
April 16, 2004...

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