Saturday, September 29, 2018

Vomit............


Vomit never loses its gross-out feature, that's for sure. And folks, new nurses or any sentient beings, DO NOT ask Joe Bob repeatedly, if he is nauseated! The very word, triggers that person, to feel the sensation of nausea. It is a visceral memory.

Three vomits?
That's too much,
A slimy smelly
I didn't want to touch,
Yet, apparently
It wasn't an option,
Vomit #2
Was up for adoption.

What was for dinner?
I'm not too sure,
But there was some lettuce
All pretty and pure,
On my forearm
With an olive and a carrot,
Look; I like salad
But I don't want to wear it!

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