Here I lie, sick as a dog
Tween chills and fever
Going in and out of a fog
Only good thing bout it
Not jumping like a frog
At work where I'm a peon - or worse.
Today I look like what the cat drug in
What I needs more water and drugs
But most of all, a big big hug.
Somewhere a mother loves me - NOT!
So just gonna lay here wishin I had me some homemade chicken soup in a pot!
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