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This poem is not for the weak of stomach, though oddly, it is about the weak of stomach. I was reading about the British Romantic Poets and their "spontaneous overflow[s] of powerful feeling" when I was struck by the worst intestinal cramps. And so, in the spirit of the Romantics, I was inspired to write about these powerful feelings.
Spontaneous Overflow of Dormfood
Towering icecream under torrents of hot fudge,
Lumbering bagels of elephantine chewiness,
Salad bar- an iceberg that ominously waits.
I do not know all its underwater vastness,
But surely will soon:
Mighty these figures which storm my bowels,
Mounting in gassy pressure.
The Release!
A Dying Gasp!
As my intestines tear appart in the thundering of dorm food
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