He was sick of feeling empty inside
Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy
Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do
Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon
Of course, even if he got out there it might not help
Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
Being sick is always sucky, especially when it’s your stomach and intestines
Listing there aimlessly, hoping for the internal torment to subside
And yet all you can do is moan and hope for a break in your condition
How many times can you count the bathroom tiles?
Being sick is no fun
Looking at your to-do list
And not having the energy needed to check anything off
How much longer till bed?
While being gluten free was not the lifestyle she wanted
Her choices were that or get sick as her body destroyed itself
Eventually she would get used to the changes in her diet
And find awesome alternatives to those things she loved to eat
The smell of fresh baked bread would always bring a tear to her eye
Popping his shirt in victory
Regaling his opponent with trash talk
It would make most people sick to their stomach
Doing it to his twelve-year-old son, well that was over the top
Extreme hubris was his specialty, and this was his teaching moment
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So all this preponderance of togetherness made Pete practically sick to his poor stomach
Pushing people away was what Pete was professional at
Leave him in a group of pleasantly participating people
It was doomed to pyrotechnics and pointless pugilism
Then he would peace out, professing he had to pee.
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Maybe it was the squirrel had had enough
Or maybe Natasha finally got her way
Or maybe Mister Peabody was sick of being second fiddle
So all we know is Bullwinkle wasn’t around anymore
Everyone mourned as they ate their venison jerky
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The alcohol burned her throat as she pounded the shot glass to the bar top
Everything spun for a second, but that was the whole purpose of this, right?
Quickly she lifted her hand. “Another round, please.”
Unable to keep the grin from her face she looked at the rest of the bridal party
It was her last night of freedom and she didn’t want to remember any of it
Lifting up the replenished shot glass she said, “To life and health.”
All the time hoping she would be so sick tomorrow they would call the whole thing off
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Cupid struck him right upside his head
Reducing him to a puddle at her feet
Unhinged he lobbed a lopsided grin her direction
She didn’t catch it at all as she focused his wingman
Her mind went to mush as Cupid played his sick game
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When push comes to shove
It didn’t really matter if he chose white or black socks
Going along those lines socks were totally optional even
Glenn still sat there in his boxers, trying to figure out what to do
Looking at the rest of his intended outfit he smiled ruefully
Eventually he had to choose
Really there was only one decision that could make him happy
On went one black sock, then one white sock
Obviously if he got sick of them he could take them off
Making that the best decision he made that day
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