Things that ail us

A lack of kidneys,
A plethora;
Some of the things
That could ail ya.
A baby inside
That makes you sick,
A heart that hurts
Every third tick.
Maybe you're broke
With no daily bread,
Or your boss is a jerk,
Or you can't get ahead.
We are a sorry
Sickly bunch.
But misery loves company;
So I'm pleased as punch!