Cough 22

I hate being sick,

Can't give you the kiss,

I've been dying,

To give.

You reach out your hand,

To say goodbye,

Can't give you a peck,

To remind you,

That you're in my eye.

I get that tickle,

Deep down inside,

But instead of a laugh,

Out comes a wheeze,

Then a hiss,

Then a big old cough.

I'd like to go out,

This very weekend,

But it all depends,

Can't go eat,

When I'm grossing,

Everyone out,

With the entrails,

Of my chest vibrations.

Go to movies,

Yeah but don't,

Cause if I'm loud,

That hurts everyone's movie experience.

Could ask you in,

But rooms a mess,

And who wants,

To watch,

A movie,

With a loud speaker,

Booming bass next,

To your tender ears?

Well I cross,

My fingers,

That I feel better,

But if not,

What you want,

To do?