(I havent thrown up in two years, so I feel like writing something about it. -shrug-)
I clutch the porcelain helplessly
Sweat, tears and bile dripping from my twisted face
Looking straight into the distance
Wishing this hell on earth would vanish
It isn't long before my moment of malice has ended
As I feel the gruesome material rise in my throat
My retches could be heard from a mile away
Damn the kids at school for spreading the stomach flu.
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