Me and Charles De Gualle in New Orleans
out for some Po’ Boys
and the unfortunate aftermath:
I was rigid tense after all the throwing up.
There was so much that I ended up leaving the toilet to spew into the tub. Crap was coming out of all orifices.
The stuff coming out of my nose was abundant, lemme tell you.

I don’t know what got into me
to elicit so much stuff getting out of me
but it was not an experience I sought to repeat.

So why did Charles suggest a repeat performance
the next night?
I guess he just didn’t like admitting defeat.