The Bathroom Lament

This poem is dedicated to my friend, D., who encourages me to change up the genre, and write poetry in words we speak now.  Thanks, D.

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Oh, Lord, what should I do

To clean my butt of poo?

Someone forgot to leave

T.P., should I use my sleeve?

My panties would suffice,

But then they won’t be nice.

I’d like to kill the dude;

That bastard, so damn rude.

If I could find him now,

I’d take aim and Ker-pow!!

I’d trample his remains;

And hope to see his chains

In hell, if I could look.

I’d watch his damned soul cook!

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