I Just Puked a Poem

I just puked another poem today There was a queasiness so my brain felt the need To up chuck all of its contents All over you fine peoples feet It was a colorful array of symbolism That I hurled across the room It must have been something I'd seen or read That made me vomit this poem out for you Don't worry I'll personally clean up the mess Before anymore of this I let loose But this close to a sick poet you should have guessed That eventually my works would splatter on you