You make me sick, who was a sorry nurse.
You acted like my illness was some trick
I’d play to make you work – like I’m perverse.
You make me sick.

You sent me ill to school – you were too thick
with ego and impatience, and what’s worse –
you acted like my gripes were lunatic.

You’re still as petulant, and you’d coerce
a different way from me if you could pick.
You cast me into gas pain like a curse.
You make me sick.

(Roundel)