Poet = Toilet Garbage Human Waste.
re the title of the OP:
if people only take a dump and walk away, perhaps there's an element of truth - but for anyone who cares about what they write, that elevates the matter... some of us try to clean our messes so as not to pollute our environment
if people only take a dump and walk away, perhaps there's an element of truth - but for anyone who cares about what they write, that elevates the matter... some of us try to clean our messes so as not to pollute our environment
butters said:re the title of the OP:
if people only take a dump and walk away, perhaps there's an element of truth - but for anyone who cares about what they write, that elevates the matter... some of us try to clean our messes so as not to pollute our environment
All this talk about poop
always takes me back to my spill,
Biscuit Camels
& so maybe this past April i was not too far off?
Biscuit Camels
Biscuit Camels
(Six of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
I found today humorous
as I searched for archaic
synonyms for something
that hides and whispers
to me through dark eaves
within my insecurities
and schizophrenia.
The stench has attempted
to rob me on a daily basis;
attempts to suck my lungs
dry causing crack and bleed
emptied toilet paper rolls
shitters in frantic need
and latrine actions no one
truly wants to know.
Daily, I am cleaning up
scrubbing my fingers red
bleaching until my syllables
steam into asphyxiants
removing all oxygenated
doubts that I am not
a writer.
All it took was one kind
expurgationer wiping
away my collywobbles
loving and believing in me
challenging me to spill
and crap.
I trust her and so
I sat. . .
Only 24 more
pieces of shit
for me to
defecate.
_______________________
#NaPoWriMo2019
128 words
95 unique
(Six of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
I found today humorous
as I searched for archaic
synonyms for something
that hides and whispers
to me through dark eaves
within my insecurities
and schizophrenia.
The stench has attempted
to rob me on a daily basis;
attempts to suck my lungs
dry causing crack and bleed
emptied toilet paper rolls
shitters in frantic need
and latrine actions no one
truly wants to know.
Daily, I am cleaning up
scrubbing my fingers red
bleaching until my syllables
steam into asphyxiants
removing all oxygenated
doubts that I am not
a writer.
All it took was one kind
expurgationer wiping
away my collywobbles
loving and believing in me
challenging me to spill
and crap.
I trust her and so
I sat. . .
Only 24 more
pieces of shit
for me to
defecate.
_______________________
#NaPoWriMo2019
128 words
95 unique
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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Tallen said:
All this talk about poop
always takes me back to my spill,
Biscuit Camels
& so maybe this past April i was not too far off?
LOLOL! I remember featuring that!
All this talk about poop
always takes me back to my spill,
Biscuit Camels
& so maybe this past April i was not too far off?
LOLOL! I remember featuring that!
