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