While sitting on the can
Where I do my best thinking
The thought came to me
Really quite unbidden
Some things should for certain
Be kept closely hidden
Like confessions, and pooing
Poetry and boo-hooing
It’s not the best in us
But the worst of our being
That seeks forcible expulsion
Cathartic verse
Not for sharing
Carrying infection
A mental contagion
Best sent through
The swirl of oblivion
Unseen, unheard, unknown
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