THICK POETRY FROM THE SHIT HOUSE

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THICK POETRY

"Morning Constitutional"

Early yesterday,

I sat in a grey tiled room

quietly twisting

as an accordion might be

deftly pinched and stretched

by the calloused hands of wierd al yankovic

and perhaps not altogether by chance

I thought of you.

Later, when the time came

I, softly pressing my foot

onto the chrome handle,

watched the water surge and swell

and with it also grew within my chest

the horror and disbelief

of a clogged industrial toilet

at school.

~Shit House Poet (SHP)

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