Graphomania             A. J. Heskett 

It was going around.

I'd been inoculated, of course,
   shot full of similiserum.

Images of bloated words tearing my intestinal tract
   filled my mind. I was metaphorbic.

I begged my thesaurus for help lest I catch "it".
   In the end, a metonymical-ostomy gave me relief.

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