Corpulence Prescription

Can’t
           Keep
                                     Anything
                       Down
Even though this thick saccharine bile
Is missing its acidity
It makes up for it in its complexity
From my churning innards
         Everything
                                    Keeps
                        Coming
Up
Unstoppable almost, until the cloying mass
Is no longer the only thing evacuating
Accompanied by what was acceptable to remain
Will burn my throat and make its own way
Dropping
     Into
                My
                                   New
                                      Acquaintance
Until it is satiated
And I go back for more
Only to empty myself
Into it for the second time
                             Rising
                  Suspicion
                                   Questioning
Ensues
I deny all I can
Until I can’t anymore
As I gargle and beg
For artificial freshness

Am I really who I think I am?                                
                                    Yes.
If I’m asking the answer is probably
                           Yes.
Sick ritualistic unreasonable belligerent
                                     Yes.