My Butt - Poem by Kaiza Abaincia
I came from a tiring day;
Went to bathroom immediately.
Don’t care to wet my swelling feet
With hopes for an early bedtime rest.
Head to open the shower;
Felt good as I soak in water.
I reached for the soap to clean my face,
Slipped and hit hard my butt instead.
For seconds, I can’t move,
Felt it’s the end of my world.
How unfortunate, you may say,
In a bathroom to die and lay.
Don’t know what hurt the most,
My butt or my heart with its loss,
With us, so cold and our usual fights,
I’d rather bare pain in my ass.
My night is so lonely,
Without you but with aching butt.
Plus my stomach is empty,
So, now, come back and feel some pity!
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