Poems From The Bathroom Wall
I wrote these in college back in the 90's. Enjoy!
Friday, March 4, 2011
An Ode to Flushing
We push the little handle at least once a day,
and with a whoosh and a swirl the poop sinks away.
It sounds like it choking on every brown inch,
but it all goes away... except for the stench.
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