Barf and Diabetic Bitches

So a zillion years ago, when I was taking a poetry class with this really weird dude, we had a chat about things in excess.  He showed us this particular video located belooooow, which describes the character Gary in Team America puking his guts out--way more than is humanly possible.  It's disgusting and funny at the same time, but as it continues to just pour out, the viewer begins to feel somewhat uncomfortable.  It's an awkward kind of funny, because it's just so much that it shouldn't be funny.  It just kind of leaves you with this queazy feeling after a while.  Perhaps you start to say to yourself, "Oh man, please stop--oh no.  There he goes again."



In large part, this idea of excess seems to be the main purpose of Sharon Mesmer's book, Annoying Diabetic Bitch.  The very first poem, of the same name, essentially lists off a whole bunch of iterations of this simple phrase, throwing in all sorts of other rude titles and nasty things.  It's uncensored and unpleasant.  The rest of the book follows a similar
On a personal level, I typically try to avoid this sort of profanity.  I don't swear and I try to keep my language clean and respectful.  I've never even seen Team America.  I browsed through Annoying Diabetic Bitch and read several poems.  While not all of them are as profane as the first, the theme is easy to deduce.  Again, uncensored and vulgar.  Not my cup of tea.
I get the message, but I'm not interested in reading line upon line, page upon page, of angsty profanity, monkey penises or the fantasies one can imagine doing with the Walmart greeter.