Monday, February 03, 2014

early morning shit poem

Whoosh!
Excellent!
My crap’s gone down the pan
And I get up from my morning shit;
Refreshed,
I am a new man.

I get up from my morning shit;
And start to dream again
What if it wasn’t just
What I ate last night
That got flushed down the drain.

I dream that I could flush the bog
And it would take away
Those who rape this planet
For their profit everyday.

If only it was as easy
As pulling a lavatory chain
Then capitalists and their sycophants

Would never be seen again.

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