The Toilet
At times my words feel like turds
In a forever flushing toilet of life
Some days after releasing them
My mind still doesn't feel right
Butt wiped onto paper they go
Then typed into this toilet of life
As they spin around the bowl
I notice something doesn't smell right
It must be time to clean
This forever flushing
Toilet of life
Allowing me
Words of
Freshness
And new turds
To flow with delight
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2011
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