Hmmm..


Great thee

how can I scrub your feet

perhaps a lick is what you

need,

Seems like a nice day

take a bath

play with bubbles

and kick your troubles

away,

The king is so strange

he wants more than

he weighs

now pluck you nostrils

and be on your

way!

 

And so it is!


Oh yea!


While I slept..

Such sound of silence and smells of homelessness

I wonder where they will run down

Is it a lot of money I find

in a pivoting head

of wonder.

The branch was sagging..

Then just about snapped

And the pipe was lost

She was lost again

As if in search of

magic shoes in the

dirt

and there are foot

prints

inside her heart

and

Dripping mud

from the juice

she dumped.

 

On politics and the news in general.

I see that most important stories are elections and this one has finished.  The Trump effect may be many things now.  I am not sure what is going to happen.  I did not have historic trust for the democrats either.  Most news is just keeping people employed as writers.  Much of life is much ado about nothing.  Lastly most people have not really graduated from high school.  Its a fucking mess.

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!