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Disgust Poem
Disgust Poem
Disgust Poem
The taste of bile, the stench of spoil, sensations all too clear,
Manifestations of repugnance, drawing ever near.
A grimace at the grotesque, a shudder at the vile,
A recoiling from the abject, in every loathsome trial.
For what repels us, what we spurn, speaks to our values deep,
A mirror to our boundaries, the standards that we keep.
So, in the face of what offends, what makes the stomach churn,
Is also where our judgment lies, where we grow and learn.