(a repetition poem dedicated to everyone who poops)
Everyone poops,
like my mom and dad,
my grandmas,
my stinky little sister and brother.
They flushed away the evidence, but
I know this because I have used the toilet after them,
and while I did my waiting dance, I heard her or him,
and it smelled like someone pooped when I finally sat on the warm porcelain.
Everyone poops,
like my friends.
You know you do, just as well as I know you do.
If I poop, and my family poops,
you and your family must poop too.
Everyone poops,
like my lover.
When he was just a crush,
he also pooped then.
There's just no denying it.
Everyone poops,
like the man on the train.
I saw him do it,
and now I can smell it.
I'm switching cars.
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5 comments:
Lovely!
Definitely loved the ending. It's like, "la la la, okay, gotta go now, bye."
Haha, that's exactly it's intention. Thanks for the comment lux!
"It's?" "IT'S?" Christina! I expect better from you! :D :D :D
hahaha I loved this!!!!
It's funny cos it's true.
I remember this kind in high school used to go around to the girly girls and say "Imagine the hottest guy you've ever seen...taking the biggest dump ever!"
Sounds so much better in the form of poetry!
haha I met "kid" not "kind"- guess he's not!
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