Loose Stools
I seethe with livid rage within the bowels of my being
when sitting upon the porcelain goddess ample defecation doth cling
immediately triggering an internal self hatred
charge of body electric to signal an inaudible ding
though a figurative lid
kept atop unrelenting, toil letting, and smoldering, red hot poker anger
withering vocalizing heard all the way to Ewing
informing high pitched emergency siren intended for catastrophes
to generate ear splitting ring,
which Soundcloud echoes continued re:verb burr ray ting
trying utmost effort to keep wretched loathing sans soft excrement
(I.e. unformed rectal waste matter) spewing within bit torrent cheek
this psychotic cannery going cook coo
to sublimate **** angst inducing mental tipping point asper this freak
whose ultra bizarre psychic affect from other than a solid turd
doth seem overly absurd, which anonymous reader reaction
may find this more difficult to decipher than speaking Greek,
but thy neurotic posterior predilection qua rear,
or what crap emanates from buttocks generates a peak
into the off kilter mind scape of this bottom of the bowl Sheik
finding myself going berserk and weak
in the high knee, where blasting acrimonious derriere glowing jolt
would be typical of schizoid personality dis odor dolt
whose exultant, copious ablutions (against mine excretory system)
gives anyone whose eyes espy this tragicomical frenzy to bolt
perhaps wondering if a soft padded sonic boom encased room
most suitable for this bay bee boo moor adult
whose coping mechanism to bear with me peculiar mental drek
somewhat flushed out this beastie boy via writing poetry, and heck
with these mailer daemons, finding refuse in the noggin of this smart a 'leck
within which these highland imps
resembling fifty plus blank shades of gray matter if ye did in speck
the cerebral cortex of this pooped out scribe riding an ass a nine trek.
Dire rhea
spurs intent for permanent vacation – not just brief hiatus via see ya
yea...ache kin to the grim reaper that stole eva or Zsa Zsa
Gabor - hungry for every mortal.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2017
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