There is nothing much to tell The lunch today had a pungent smell I ain't the type who complain So I ate it all the same Nausea building up inside I staggered slowly home to hide Demons gnawing my entrails My face a whiter shade of pale I don't feel so great Must've been something I ate It was daft, almost insane And now I pay with pain The poison has engulfed my brain My prayers were in vain Kneeling on the toilet floor Bringing up a gallon or more Between convulsions I could cry Oh please, let me die