To a Friend Sick in Rome Me sick, and you sicker, If only because I was sick first. Today I should feel better And you should feel worse. Ill in our respective rooms, At the mercy of a friend Who moves between us Like the shuttle of a loom, I send you mending thoughts. May this soon pass. May you keep your soup down. May you stop pissing out your ass.
To a Friend Sick in Rome
To a Friend Sick in Rome
To a Friend Sick in Rome
To a Friend Sick in Rome Me sick, and you sicker, If only because I was sick first. Today I should feel better And you should feel worse. Ill in our respective rooms, At the mercy of a friend Who moves between us Like the shuttle of a loom, I send you mending thoughts. May this soon pass. May you keep your soup down. May you stop pissing out your ass.