Projectile Practice!

I can't take any more!

I'm going for the world record for distance-spewing!

Several feet, I'm not sure how many, but what I'm 

doing

is watering the carpet, in front of my T. V.,

just be glad this is data-only, 'cause if you could see,

you'd be pretty sickened yourself, and you'd be instant 

competition

for me as we'd launch together, all I have to do to 

initiate the fun,

is catch a glimpse of Old Sick Ferret Head, and it's off 

to the races.

Yes, our soon-to-be president puts losing my guts 

through its paces!

It's quite involuntary, I assure you, this ralphing has 

gotten out of hand.

I'm turning on the news, there he is, and I'm 

projectiling again!