My throat scratches,
Water that I need.
My throat scratches,
And I bleed.
Too much talking,
Not enough rest.
I'm not lying,
Not feeling my best.
Like an information superhighway,
In its computer technical anarchy.
I teach and learn,
I crash and burn.
I'm not going in,
I'm calling in sick.
I'm worn too thin,
Sleep is the fix.
Fire me? Fuck you.
My lawyers will sue.
I'm no liar,
Sickness was due.
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