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I feel a buzz as the gunk goes down,
swirling and zigzagging as it reaches the sounds
of my gurgling stomach and the juices there found.
Slipping and sloshing it flips and it slops–
(The doctor said take it all ‘til the very last glop).

Oh, that was rough, tastes like paint thinner stuff–

But the germ is a bad one, or so I was told,
and it must be eradicated by this vile, purple funk.
For ten whole days, I must be tortured and bothered
while trying my best not to be a hothead.
But wait just a minute, I remember the trick–
A pinch of my nose and I’ll soon be un-sick!