Laying in bed
My head is a mess.
Futurama
Had always put me at rest.
Playing in the back ground
Sonic, downstairs.
I take a moment
To finger brush my hair.
Exhausted and alone
In this two story home.
A cough in my throat
From am invader unknown.
Develop tomorrow,
Maybe I’ll call in.
I won’t call in, but
I’m sick of this sickness
That puts me in bed
By ten o’clock.
My back is so sore
And I’m feeling so old
The more I type, these words
In turn, they age me more.
So age away,
I’ll ice my back.
I’ll take this day
Placing it in the back of my brain.
I’m alone right now
But that’s okay
Cause I’ve got my favorite show
To make my end of day.
Another Bad Day 