A comical poem..( I'm just fooling around with the rhymes and the rhythm).

Escape from Nausea..


It reaches my nose to explode
When I doze..
But what a malignant feeling
Of dry mouth stench,as I feel like a
Tortured wench..

I stammer, I growl,I evaporate
Into thin air but
My mind is possessed by a feeling of
narrow power;
Lifeless and listless
Like a puppet Pinocchio,
I am the center of a helpless
Emotion_

As the commotion within stirs and stirs
Into a soupe of a malodorous smell_

My body is numbness and
My stomach in knots as I
Feel it creeping in like a
Sly burglar_
Stealing my mood,
Stealing my aura to a bitter repose...
It creeps in when I doze.