toilet
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Dear toilet,
O' mighty toilet
I want to thank thee
Always there for me
When my bottoms about to blow
When my legs can't squeeze it in anymore
O' mighty toilet
Each poem I write isn't good enough...
So I wright this.
words press against the inside of my skull,
Something set them off.
I spray these pages with phrases like horse piss.
Then I gain control.
Life is a toilet.
it takes all your crap
while letting you enjoy it,
and when you stop giving a shit
you are left with something useless.
Sitting in the chamber of rest.
I return to see you, again and again.
Our bond stronger than a chamber-pot of tea,
growing ever bitter at our parting.
This pain inside of me shooting out,
So much depends upon the toilet.
White, porcelain, flushing away
all of our waste to ensure
healthy
homes.
