Belly of the Feast

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The feast was a fast-food frenzy –
Fat fries and felafel kebabs.
Come midnight, with beer and a mislabeled
My belly went to war with my abs.

My sheets turned from dry to floating,
My skin turned from pink to pale white.
And soon my poor colon, from gas it was swollen,
I held all my muscles full tight.

With all of the strength I could muster,
I hauled my feet onto the floor.
I let loose my dignity and on hands and knees,
Slowly dragged myself out through the door.

My last thought before my oblivion
Was to curl myself into a ball
And hope that the horrible sounds of my pain
Would not travel far down the hall.

Alas! If only ‘twere true.
It makes me even moroser.
They found me two feet from the toilet door
With the feast another foot closer.