Poetry and puking
Have a lot in common
The feverish prelude
The rush to release
That which burns within
The strange feeling of relief
Even as one trembles at the power
The tangy quality of the product
The colorful quality
Of the outpouring
The feeble protestations of "Oh Gawd
I don't wanna do that again"
Yet knowing that you must
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Michael Mayhew
August 13, 2016
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I shall refrain...
…from a response poem.
I am tempted, but I feel somehow that if Jenny had intended this to be the home of unrelenting call and response barf doggerel she would have called it "Write More Vomit Poems."
But I was tempted.
joshua mertz
August 14, 2016
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The nemesis is emesis...
It was too tempting. I generally refrain from barf oriented poetry, although I hear it was Shakespear's secret passion and a major theme throughout the Lost Sonnets which have never been publicly released. Tepid apology and I shall attempt to refrain in the future. But how about expectoration poetry? Prolly best refrain there, too.