Toilet paper dwindling
Not enough to share
No longer is it within my reach
To wipe my derrière

Toilet paper is most craved, an object of desire; you need three yards on curry night when your backside goes on fire.    

If no paper is available
I recommend you spritz
Because no one likes a ***** ***
After someone.....

Floating dander and loose pollen
Scattered in the brush
Daylights fleeting moments
Spreading pixie dust
Purple flowers settle down
In fields of sacred trust
Where mice run to seek shelter
And hide away their husk
And where birds snuggle in their nest to rest
In the waning orange dusk

The single, the one, the last
Hasten to join the dance
Not letting go; swaying to and fro
To the sound that’ll keep you in a trance

The sole survivor; the last to leave
The super trooper that bobs and weaves
The lonely path of freedoms stay
And it wouldn’t want it any other way

The wilted flower
Cries for rain
To give it life
To ease its pain
No guilty pleasures
Only disdain
To pierce the dirt
From which it came
And rise out to
A sunny day
Where light burns bright
And life remains
Tried and true
In natures way
To live on for
Another day

What loving proof, is deemed unfair
If you danced away like Fred Astaire
No timing, rhyming, or cold stare
Can equally compare

The anguish if I lost you; dear
From the once conqueror of fears
Holding on to memories, Then ****, it disappears

We could reminisce when we grew old
To way back in the day
Together, holding hands
From Brooklyn to the Bay

The cost is just a fraction
Of the amount that I would pay
To reach our love’s conclusion
If only for a day

You always tried to encourage me
When my head was in the clouds
And if our love became complacent
There was laughter to be found

You always kept me guessing
With your flare for life itself
I thought about confessing
The hand that I was dealt

It’s impossible to recreate
The pictures frame by frame
No time to rush, no time to waste
Our love could never fade

We set it free into the universe
With a message soft and pure
It traveled on an unknown course
But it was too hard to ignore

It’s mission to connect the dots
Of love and hates demise
It would appear you put me on the spot
Through a lame disguise

The gift of love in ones grasp
Will surely slip away
Don’t focus on the  memories of past
When there’s still some time today

A way to compensate your fears
A way to feel redeemed
To spend the duration of my life
With the woman of my dreams

The world is a poem written in dreams
Daily reminders, packed with rhyme schemes
Through the past, and the present, and future in parts;
Each vying for Truth in good and dark hearts.

So lift up your pen and use it with grace
Erase the flaws and weaknesses of the human race
Should we all contribute but one single verse
I’ll write on your heart if you write on mine first.

But be careful not to write too hard,
For it might pierce the skin
And leave a big scar, for the hearts skin is thin
Be gentle and kind as you would want done onto you
Because the piercing of the heart can seep all the way through

Turned over every single stone
Thought I’d found a winner
Instead found me a sinner
Standing there naked all alone
Breaking young men’s hearts
All to be a part
Of colossal, grand, elaborate scheme
And doing it just to be mean

Pitter patter
Pitter patter
Tip-toed on supple feet
Through the house
Down the hall
Quietly discreet

The inhabitants of the household
Resting, sound asleep
Attempting not to breach the trust
I've worked so hard to keep

Anonymity is conducive
From past high levels of deceit
Striving diligently for a common goal
But one that can be reached

Not adapting to a stagnant life
Through the strangers that we'll meet
But protected by a safety net
Like a child under sheets

Not stampeded by the raging bulls
While others count their sheep
But hidden deep within the lions den
Where one can hear his own heartbeat

Has the beast succumb to his hunger
Is there nothing else to eat
Shall I end up as a midnight snack
Transformed into a pile of mincemeat

I grab hold of my foundation
Made from bittersweet concrete
Safe from harm or danger
A place where fear is obsolete

A gentle roar is humming now
The air begins to stir
I feel something approaching
I fear what will occur

Has my time come to its ending
Through the darkness I see light
I recognize the sound I hear
It's my mother, wishing me good night

What I’d give
To kiss those lips
Head tilted back
Hands on hips
Her hair lush and full
The jettest black
Skin tone bronze
Tight jeans; no slack
Soft cheeks and flush
In pinkish hue
Lips stuck; embraced
Like Elmers glue
You don’t know
What I’d do
To be with you
Under a crescent moon

There is a fungus growing
On my feet between my toes
I think they call it toe cheese
Admittedly, it’s gross

My hope is that it goes away
Or at least draws to a close
I sprayed it with some medicine
At the root of where it grows

Suggestions are all welcomed
As I weigh the cons and pros
The time I spent in treatment
Wasn’t what I chose

If I could hide it I would do so
Like the boogers in my nose
But there’s really nothing that can compare
To the fungus between my toes

There’s itching and discomfort
It’s will, it has imposed
Maybe I’ll just wait it out
Or until something explodes

I realize that this topic,
Is silly and obscure
I just wish that it would go away
I wish they’d find the cure!!