I turn on the TV and what do I see
People in much better health than me
flaunting their wellness
and their lack of illness
taunting and jeering my infirmity
This feeling sickly
very definitely quickly
dulls and then bores
as the fever endures
and mucus emerges from orifices thickly
Suffering still this
I downgrade my life goals to something less formal
I’ll forget about riches
And fame bringing bitches
I don’t want to be well-known, I’d settle for normal
Kanye West, keep your wealth
What I covet is health
I don’t want Kim Kardashian
just to have this rash flee and to feel clear in the head
Or failing that, just fall dead.
Beyonce, on my knees
could you make me well, please?
I need superstar healthcare
do you have some going spare?
and if no, do you suppose I could borrow Jay-Z’s?