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Upchuck
Ah, this sea
Of filth and pee
A cesspool of germs
That swiftly churns
A dreadful place
To hunch my face
I squirm and I moan
Over this so-called throne
To gag and hurl
My insides whirl
I stop to breathe
While I gasp and heave
I wipe off the drips
Of spittle on my lips
And clench my gut
Hope for anything but
A second round
Lift myself off the ground
To flush this sea
Of my debris
Watching it drain
As I try to refrain
Another wretched bend
Over my porcelain friend
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