Puke, scarf, barf, lick it up,
choke down the acrid taste
of Bar-Lavav's discovery-
then note its aftertaste
of self-relation.
Empty glass looking to be filled,
ignored, it goes unnoticed,
filled with the runoff
of gargled voices.

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