One poem by my previous roommate and rearranged
by myself:
My heart is on fire
The
gastric acid roaring below
Only one heart I have
Burning, sobbing,
Begging, scratching
……
……
When telling one of my colleagues with the
medical background about this, he asked immediately “Does your friend have the gastroesophageal-reflux
?”
One moment’s silence, then followed by big
laughters.
How could I tell him the last line of it is
actually “I need a roll, NOW!!!!!
Happy Labour’s Day:P
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