Squeezing The Charmin

In my sleepers of death
and fuzzy bunny creepers
confessing my soul

speaking easily of death
stealing profane
wearing a carrot nose

climbing the walls
at a snail's pace
"Goodnight Irene!"

leaving molding rings  
in the water closet
of death's latrine

stealing profane
squeezing the Charmin
then flushing down the drain