Totally Dublin

Hi,

Have a read, put it in your paper?

Toilet the flowing Opus

 

Going for a slash

Oh the joy of my splash

Oh not to be rash

But it’s more exciting than

Sitting here ear biting

The toilet is such a good excuse to get way

From the la la la chirping in on the general blah

 

There’s something crude about the toiletroll hood

Dirty bums are not much fun

The hustle the bustle of the busting fussing and vein

 

One can get comfortable reading life’s rubble

In poems and scrawls that monologue off toilet walls

Toilet walls telling stoies

Some long some tall

Open souls in a questioning pose

Seek solace amoungst shite

I guess an average night

 

It’s hard to really get away

When the impatience of busting bladders

Tap their heels as they get madder

And the loud whispers from the next cubicle

Fails to excite

Such themes I’ve heard already from the crucible

 

The loo insights, screatch, scream and psyic might

Vision long and deep reflective insight

A time out in tone great for a moan

Twist, dance, some gurn others yearn

For the light relief that will come with their turn

 

Some wash their hands

And some dry them in their hair

The competition at the hand drier

Can sometimes be unfair

Who can endure the stance

While you dry

 A quick glane at the mirror

All’s in check

 

These mirrors are so busy

One wonders if they ever get dizzy

Faces bustling by

One look then, bye-bye

All the souls reflected

Not one can be rejected

 

The body is a force of power

The mind a swing boat ride

The presence felt

And this place, a smell to be smelt

 

Here’s to the toilet and lifes lament

Here’s to ques and spus

Retouching, preening and peeing

Standing up and bravely sitting down

Soggy shoes and sweating tops

Here’s to the toilet your an animal without it

 

 

Strange loos in strange lands

Can be very grand

A traveling poo can be brazen and blue

But happily released due to

Merry and wobbley feet

A wondering excretion will

Bring bright lights and brain a’blazin

 

When talking about the toilet

It’s only natual to talk about shite

When it’s joyful be thankful of the grazin

At the great meatmarket all that meat on display

Ready to eat

Only now I feel sorry for the Toilet

And what will become of it

 

Society downs burger bile and bone

Living a life that is not their own

Then comes the groans echoing from the peepots

Passing a load of rot can give you the trots

 

The moans and groans

And vein busting pushing

Purpley red face, watery eyed

Is a very bad disguise

 

Why is the result also nutty

And full of crunch

When the consumer lacks in punch

The turd in toil can come forth smoothly

 

Oh and flow downwards to the toilet duck fresh blue

Where fluids combine creating a fusion of smell

oh the colour of grime

Onward through the ancient pluming it flows,

faster getting madder and madder

Through sewer and resevoir and back into the sky

And through our taps and in our tea

Shit will live for eternity

 

And what of the urine the water wee

That travels also with great fluidity

A watery world awaits it

Molecules flushed together rush together in a flow of golden glow

Probably the only unity in the world happens in the feckin sewers

Below our feet in a world of togetherness we all meet.

 

 

The End