Puke on Your Face

Puke, puke, puke on your face

Puke, puke, puke on the ground
Giant putrid puddles of puke all around.
Puke, puke, puke on your lips
Puke, puke, puke on the floor
There's more puke here than I've ever seen before.
Puke, puke, puke on the carpet
Puke, puke, puke in the pool
Clean it up and flush it down the stool.
Scribd won't accept what I wrote about puke. I have to add some more writing abo
ut puke to it. Puke, puke, puke. What is the problem here? I guess a single haik
u by a haiku master wouldn't meet their requirements. Not that I'm comparing mys
elf to that, but we should consider the notion that literature about puke has an
important role to play in the post-modern era. Puke, puke, puke.
Something I wrote myself will always be accepted? Then why isn't this being acce
pted? How long am I supposed to sit here writing irrelevant crap? Don't they see
that forcing someone to upload "valuable" content leads to fudging with the def
inition of "valuable?" That's what this is, of course. Thus I consider it a seri
ous assault on traditional notions of value. Puke, puke, puke.