I Feel Sick Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

I wish I could regurgitate my stomach,
Spill out my its contents and bathe it
In a pool of healthnut oils.
I wish to spill my guts accross a highway
Of contention and bring the world to a stop!
I wish this could be easier to swallow,
And yet I plead:
I need a gastric bypass
With the knife of knowledge,
and a clean hand.
My heart is heavy with undiagnosed
syndromes of insincerity.
I need an oral anima to clear my throat
for truthful words to pass;
But first I need a drink.
For no surgeon would ever think
Nor is there one more qualified than me
to perform this operation,
none more qualified than me;
Me defeating me...