I once met a thirsty man from Poughkeepsie--uh,
He drank four quarts a day of Diet Pepsi--uh,
It was certainly no dry joke
The over-saturated bloke
Died from an extremely rare case of dyspepsia.
written June 17, 2021
My therapy is chemical,
I go for weekly sessions.
My artery is femoral.
The site of my injection.
The venom attacks
the mitosis of my splitting cell.
Dyspepsia takes over,
like a spinning carousel.
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