they call me porcelain
throne, head
(of what, pray tell?),
latrine
powder room
crapper
loo.
but(t), you
know what?
it’s time to shut
your potty
mouth.
truth is,
i’m tanked.
plumb
(-ing) stuck.
wiped
out.
i’m not just
your
comfort station.
this is a dirty job,
really, the pits.
#1: your aim’s to blame.
#2: it stinks! you just sit
and i do all the
work.
i think: let’s trade places,
yes? i’m guessing
you’re not up to snuff
(what with the paper
-work and all that stuff),
but(t)
i await
your demonstration.
in fact,
you might say i’m flush
with anticipation.
PAD Challenge, day 9.
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This is hilarious!!!
oh, the mind of De Jackson!
Thanks, Candy. 😉
I know, right?! So fun, De!!!
Ha..what more unlikely point of view??? And didn’t you have fun?
Oh, goodness, yes! I started with the title “persona non grata” as my persona poem…then realized I had already titled TWO poems that in the past. So then I played around with alternate titles until I came up with this one. Then it just about wrote itself, all flush with excitement. 😉
Ha.. I keep doing the same..writing and poem and then discovering I have one or two by the same name.. not to mention continually finding poems I have no memory of having written.
LOLOL!