Cretan Maineiac

Rookie - 2 Points (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

The Toilet Seat - Poem by Cretan Maineiac

The bubbles form like North and
South America on
a map in the flush’s eddy. It’s an easy

cover for what’s really wrong, and what’s really good, so tantalizingly close to
perfect as to
force a demand for as much, failing to look before

sitting bareassednaked &
prompting another
outburst you can

brag to your heretoday friends about,
flushing us
away like the natural resources of two continents for

nit-picking &
petty, power
politics.

Peace 'n' Love are such lovely buzz-
words, &
so fashionable, too, but

Conflict is Sexy, a fashion so
fascist as
to render resistance impotent, while

Resentment
tops 'em
all, even

after I spent all that
money on
your cigarettes and Midol.


Comments about The Toilet Seat by Cretan Maineiac

  • Rookie Dee Daffodil (9/5/2007 11:00:00 PM)

    Sooo...I take it the Midol and Therapy didn't help you Chris? ? : -)
    Hugs,
    Dee (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,079 Points Peter Stavropoulos (8/26/2007 8:09:00 PM)

    Unusual subject matter for political statement. Hits the target, though. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 1, 2011


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