Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Flush the Damn Toilet!

Always things I fail to do.
I collect them like Roman coins—
little bearer-bonds of poo
that I retain through
the successive epochs of
my life—all I failed to do.
For example, I failed to make the crew
because I had the wrong kind of pants on.
Please accept this little bag of poo in lieu
of proper payment. I do
my work and have my fun,
but there’s always some aught else that I fail to do—
some ass-kissing salute I fail or refuse
to give. But collecting little bags of poop
is stupid—no one wants to be paid in poo
because of some dumb superego
imperative about shit I should have done—
the things I failed to do,
whole bank vaults of poo.