This is how I chill, from '90 till.

Stomach flu.

damn stomach flu.
who knew that sometimes food could turn its back on you?
one minute release dopamine and put you in a euphoric state,
the next minute have you hugging porcelain wishing you were at heaven’s gates,
to escape that foul sensation and taste that just lingers in your mouth.
sometimes your best friends can be your worst enemies.
and although i’m inventively bending words to get this message out,
this pain and discomfort in my stomach makes me want to just…shout.
everything i eat or drink, solid or liquid, 
comes out from either end with an intent that can only be described as vicious.
what is this?
it’s as if i did something wrong to it.
what did i ever do to you food?
should i have checked in and asked how you were digesting?
then would you have stopped messing with my stomach and it wouldn’t feel so depressing?
damn food, i thought we were cool
ever since back in the days at school stackin’ luchables to the roof
washing it down with a capri sun or any other kind of flavored juice
now you want out?
i mean i guess it’s just like an argument that couples have
but do you really have to make me feel so damn bad?
got me feelin’ cold but at the same time feeling hot
got my head pounding like an otter opening an oyster with a rock
can you just stop?
please?
please, just stop, calm down, just be chill
so we could take our relationship and just rebuild
cause i don’t wanna hate you but right now your intent is hateful
got me staying at home, missing classes, i mean i’d be grateful
if I were still in high school.
but now my classes and what my professors say actually matter
it’s not meaningless chatter that just shatters like crackers in my memory
or at least i can’t think of it that way considering how much i pay unwillingly. 
but i digress. 
i’m blaming you food if i miss something on a test
from a lecture that i missed, material that i didn’t have enough time to digest. 
no pun intended. 
but please, don’t do me wrong like this again.
i feel like all that this immodium i’m taking does is build a dam like a beaver
but i feel i need to let everything in my stomach out so i could finally think clearer
i can’t stand having fevers that burn my body like ether
so if you’re just tryna be a teacher, i’ve learned my lesson
i’m sorry for whatever i did, no rebuttals, no questions
i’ve spent more time in the bathroom today than I would normally in a week’s time
so please, make this stomach flu leave me so i could finally feel fine.