Went to the toilet and saw a floating turd,
not flushing is so damn absurd.
Pushed the handle and found out why,
what happened next made me cry.
Brown water coming to the top,
tried everything but it wouldn't stop.
Water and turds all over the floor,
this is something, I didn't ask for.
Squeezed my nose and grabbed a plunger,
it's a good thing I used to be a plumber.
I can feel the turds oozing through my toes,
man this shit really blows.
Finally I got the water to go down,
the once white tile is now covered brown.
Smells so bad, I started to gag,
got some paper towels, a mop and a bag.
Sprayed Fabreze as much as I could,
puked on the floor where I stood.
Took an hour, but the bathroom is clean,
never have I seen something so obscene.
Jumped myself in the shower,
gave myself one hell of a scour.
Suddenly up from the drain,
another turd, I couldn't detain.
There it was laughing at me,
this shit is fucked up, wouldn't you agree.
Maybe this is the famous Mr. Hankey,
this South Park character is making me cranky.
Everywhere I looked, all day I saw poop,
it was like a nightmarish continuous loop.
Just couldn't get turds off my mind,
for the first time in my life, I wish to be blind.
For now on my bathroom is the back yard,
who would have thought turds would leave me scarred.
This morning I had to go potty so bad
I squeezed and I pushed with all that I had
And after what seemed like a great battle
I heard a ker-plunk from what I did straddle
The mighty splash that this thing made
To have a look, my curiosity bade
So up I did rise slowly and sure
So as not to drop any poo onto the floor
I looked into the bowl not believing my eyes
This terd was of a most bodacious size
The cause of the strain was now easy to see
I new then not what I had set free
It leaned upright on the side of the bowl
Like it was in a jacuzi relaxed and whole
As I looked at it again in utter disbelief
I knew I had to flush away my relief
But when I pushed the handle on the toilet I found
All the turd did is spin round and round
Like a wooden stick in water being stirred
I was amazed at the stiffness of this turd
When the flush was done I looked with disdain
The turd was still there and left not even a stain
I flushed again with greater resolve
And the turd broke in half as it did revolve
But then as it started to finally go down
Something then happened that made me frown
It got stuck and clogged up the hole
I watched in horror as water filled the bowl
It plugged the toiled up tight like a cork
And now I wished I'd chopped it up with a fork
I grabbed the plunger from off of the floor
And plunged real hard, for my toiled to restore
But though I plunged with all of my might
It seemed that the turd was winning this fight
After several minutes the water went down
But only at a trickle as again I did frown
So along I did move from plan A to plan B
I'd show this turd who's the boss, not it, but me
So with hot water a bucket I did fill
And dumped it on in it could swallow that pill
After twenty buckets, the turd did give way
And I was able to flush. Hip-Hip-Hooray!
A toad sat on stool
remembering all of the things
he miss understood
in his life before
he felt like now
Go again spike my dreams
I am just a toad
I do not matter any how
I am just this toad of toad HALL.
At that time just span out
right out of this world
well seamed like that to me
then i meet you
looking for a good place like me to run
and I Called you home.
And I just stood
for I will never know your name
and maybe you not mine
but i whsh
I did for you are one soul that god loves
Su I will not ask.
The city of steel breaks backs with it's burden
stale is the air that circulates this citadel
fleeting of time and space is at a premium
sad faces hollow, all with numbers not names
These cities in clouds of filthy smog
that could even make a rodent retch
hold those within to the untruths of life
given all that dwell here a taste of living Hell
I myself have gone to some of these coastal hell holes
watched them pump disease into browning seas
plastic mixed with detritus, chemicals abundant
then shed tears form the death of the seas it brings
Stay in your backyard sessions of books of lies
strangle hopes puppies where traitors do apply
put all that care for them
encapsulated in a vial of sin
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris