There was nothing but glass,

Two sides of the day

To freeze the wilt insane

Weeding out the demons

Diamonds live.

Hold this flowered thing

This little diamond of dreams

And ducks on a sunday

Setting

Loving Autumn leaves

Surprise to lights

Breaking free

Ripping the heart open

And the dress

Then the necklace

Relasing breasts

And the bra stobes purple

Deep passions plum delicious

Licking satisfaction on lips

Against a red wood

Torwards the roots

If you drink cherry

Be cute

Shine those nimples

Be the red plum leaves

And wind from the east

And smoke the fire!

You must be wondering about me

As so do I

As this shrinking

Is not expanding much

If I trust in my advice

I might become a giant

Go to a giants game

Win a picture in the hall of shame

Wearing some speedos

Drifting in the nightwards

To planet

Of the land of curves

And drunk upon the clouds

She looks down.

NOT THE TANG!

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!