Will you blot my chin?

I had some steaks back in Chinatown
A pot of eel straight off the liner, now
The bev’rage slimy, beef was hardly braised
I guess that tells me why my temp has raised

Got spots on my clothes,
Splatting drinks out my nose
From red snapper roe and Gen’ral Tso’s
Creating a pile
Peas, soy sauce and bile now
Cramping my style
With nausea woe

My cheeks are swollen and I wince in pain
The medic’s driving at a dang’rous pace
Stomach rumbles, trachea’s dry and sore
Soon swiftly kneeling – splash, vile floor

Spit particles flow
Like a sprinkler or hose
My dinner, it shows
I’m full no mo’
There’s puke caked for miles,
See, stains on the tile, now
Crusty the grime,
Like shoveling snow

Dozens of lumps I spray
Don’t order the beef satay
Digest? Um…

I’m hardly composed
Shaken, cringing, it’s gross
I’m pale a ghost
Appalled, morose
Oh, here comes the bile
Creating the Nile now
Bursting with slime,
These bits that I blow

The ECG’s got a dial now
The surgeons sigh, the doctors smile now
I’m offered lime Jell-O, saltines to scarf
Can’t keep it down, spew up green salty barf

A nurse on patrol
IV fluids, controlled
The puke thing’s at most
Undiagnosed
Predicting that I’ll
Stay in labs for a while, now
Infinite ni-i-ights

Those clever beef blenders, these Asians are pros
They’ve rendered me ended, a lame, ralphing ghost.