I Need Soup by S.J. Tyler Go to the store First unlock the door Feel static build As your feet rub the floor Can’t let the friction Climb up too high Motor’s starting to sigh And sputter With a key in the ignition as gas particles die Bet the pollution Could choke you dead And fill every orifice In your fat head Oh, you take your sweet time Zapping your thumb on your keys While I’m in the bedroom Starting to freeze I need your arms I need you with me I need some hot soup Hurry back from the store please 11/06/2003 Author's Note: I don't know what I was thinking today when I wrote this. I'm siiick ::sniffle sniffle:: Posted on 11/06/2003 Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/23/03 at 11:07 PM Illness gives us an alternate perspective and moves are emotions in unplanned directions. Great verse that says alot. Sniffles are a bummer. Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 12/15/06 at 08:10 PM When I have a cold, I am the most important person in the world. Where are people with soup and sympathy when you need them? Great write Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)