Gag reflex

My wit is such that it has a life of its own.
It's will is that which shall be known.
A lack of thought shall be shown.
Unleashing laughter, shock and groan.

Situations process in my mind
In a darkened place that none can find.
Ready to seek targets with quip, unkind,
Then burst forth with a force that none can bind.

Bypassing restraint in pursuit of smile
My outbursts are tolerable for a while
But the line gets crossed with a certain style
My gag reflex spews mirth rather than bile.

Those who know me and call me friend
Know well that I do not intend
To directly upset, nor offend
But it normally happens in the end.