If you find
You’re going blind
And your hearing starts to fail
It’s hard to talk
And you can’t walk
So you begin to flail
Your thoughts are blurred
Not being heard
You feel like using Braille
Your head spins round
Starts to pound
So you begin to wail
Your stomach turns
Your food returns
And your face is turning pale
You start to hack
Try holding back
But it’s to no avail
You start the heaves
Your butt hole leaves
Does in your throat impale
You lose control
Of your asshole
You’ve reached the Holy Grail
Then your vomit
Spews a comet
Leaving such a pungent trail
There’s just one thing
To relief bring
Put your head into a pail
But do not breathe
While underneath
Just make sure you exhale
Thus, next time swear
You’ll take more care
And don’t drink so much ale
BOEMS by JA 200