How happenstance
I pooped my pants
Right in the city square
The stain it showed
The stank made known
Soon all began to stare.
The crowd then gathered
While I'd rather
Forget that I existed
As I wondered if
My bowel's new gift
Could have somehow been resisted.
-Victor Tinsdale
2 comments:
I love this, Victor. Who knew taking a dump could be so poetic?
Victor,
love and life may push and pull without result, but you will never cease to move me.
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