Mr Benjamin Khazi from Libya
who went by 'Ben' we are taught
when wanting to loosen his load
if ever he were caught short
designed a camping commode
as a potentially preferable portable place
to park his portly posterior
then had them manufactured en masse
with a motive quite ulterior
for he turned his thought into gold
altho' on a whim yet going out on a limb
more than several such stools were sold
which aptly were named 'Khazi' after him
heard God would forbid
have to close the commode lid
this is what we did
Unload Code and Flush Down Commode
What we should is take Trump code,
And then after it we start to unload;
Not any good;
Misunderstood;
Can completely flush down commode.
Jim Horn
What if the thorn said, "I'll drink of your blood."
When cast on the stem of the rose in the mud?
Purpose was set on protection and love,
From the gods and the guides in a void up above.
Heard it today when the lightning touched earth,
With a series of cries like a mother in birth.
Feels like knives in my eyes when they are closed,
To the vibrations of throats puking coast to coast.
Set your intentions that's why I have to sweep,
Miles of ashes from the killers I meet.
But they don't leave behind blood; don't leave behind knives,
They leave behind tears of the trash burned alive.
I heard blood was what trust was but mine threw me aside,
To make way for a tramp and to steal a free ride.
So I tried to clean up, poison all the bad blood,
Woke in an asylum full of poison pill love.
Cling to a wall full of black frozen tar,
When your lights are all out and you can't make it far.
You hold it and hold but, it doesn't hold back.
All these people outside try to throw it off track.
When you think that you've won the forks in the road,
You end up back in betrayals empty commode.
Lines Thought At My In-Laws’ Commode
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Oh! This, their only-bathroom, is in the kitchen.
And this door, an iron door!
Allows even the smallest sounds slip—hiss fiss siss
Hahaha…!
And it has a wide, an-inch’s-gap below.
'Their new, darling son-in-law,
They count my talks and measure my steps.'
Ah! My heart is beating badly
And my mind’s nerves mayn’t burst.
And if I am left unconscious here, inside…!
Thanks to her aged father and his old radio
And the re-mix songs played so piercing…
I will always think of you when a belly is full,
and your always there for me with your buddy
the roll.
With one pull of a handle or a push of a button,
you discard a dinner no matter how rotten,your
sacrifice to man will never forgotten.
I'm your #1 fan,they call me a load,when I sit on
your bench I just want to explode,I give thank's
every day to my humble abode,on my short
journey down man's porcelain road.
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