A Biology Lesson

It makes your stomach churn,
it makes your bowels quiver.
At periods pangs of pain will preside,
at others you moan and shiver.
You try to take the medicines,
you try to take the pain killers,
you try to sleep and forget.
Soon, your appetite withers.
Nothing but useless noises
emit through your dry lips,
but you’re not getting the sympathy
you looked for; Soon your resolve slips.
And as you begin to squirm,
as their disgust begins to grow,
a wave of nausea takes you-
in an instant you crouch low.
And you choke and jerk and vomit
your insides all out on the floor.
And you curse in your head as their faces turn red,
cleaning up will alone be your chore.
And you see the chitterlings and grits-
the slops meant for the pigs-
surge and splatter upon the tiles.
And shame digs-
their actions crux the crunch-
they distastefully call the doctor,
for the one who has lost their lunch.
Then the doc squats down low,
and observes your color gone green,
your heart feels as rotten as your belly
as he rises and ends the scene.
A gesture of the Professor,
one tiny twitch of a shrug,
a flick of the fingers to the interns,
“Observe, the jealousy bug.”