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 © | Year Posted 2011

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Vresk Avatar
May 13, 2012 at 9:52 PM
are we loosing our self little by little by flushing into toilet of life, but words ,by words we are known,your poem is so real,and so eye opening,thank you though ,Ivy
Macfarlane Avatar
April 5, 2012 at 6:18 PM
LOL......this was great! thanks for making me laugh : )
Matheny Avatar
November 19, 2011 at 12:02 PM
Omfg! i know how you feel! (not like that haha..) you know what i mean.. hopefully..haha.. -Ali <3
Wesley Avatar
November 14, 2011 at 6:28 PM
Needed to read again, the comments are as funny as your wild verse!
A   Avatar
November 9, 2011 at 6:24 AM
that is very funny Dan I would never expect the images of swirly words from your writes... Lol.. Now I have this image on my mind.. Like a mesmerized umbrella going round and round... But this would be a swirl of words.... all I have to say is my turds smell like roses... And I fart out delightful words ...okay.. Evil roses...enjoyed,.p.d
Lampkin Avatar
November 7, 2011 at 11:33 PM
This is soooooo funny, yet true...you shaped the words exactly the way they should be. Rosalyn
Mister Roboto Avatar
November 7, 2011 at 2:40 PM
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I thought I was the only one who wrote about the crapper. I wouldn't Shi--Poop you man, you're my favorite turd! (PG rated version of a saying I frequently use) REGULAR-ly I mean, Regularity is the key! GREAT POEM. 7 rate and my favorite!
Effendi Avatar
November 7, 2011 at 2:13 PM
Good one! Yours is far better then mine, Dan. I love the WC design that you've given too.
Green Avatar
November 7, 2011 at 9:54 AM
so funny,,,and the most funny thing is its true,,,lol,,,what a great way to entertain us.....
Sweetheart Avatar
November 6, 2011 at 10:03 PM
genius write Dan..what an analogy .. impressive one.. thankxx for pointing out my typo luv.. it should read ..the guiding heart...oh..I owe u one..luv..
Wesley Avatar
November 6, 2011 at 3:06 PM
Even the shape looks like a toilet and one could say that the "turd" part could have some delight - it certainly is hilarious!
Kearley Avatar
November 6, 2011 at 2:08 PM
It is supposed to be a toilet.. Sillyness I guess.
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