Once upon a toilet wall
I penned my poems and scribbled my scrawl..
I wrote of life
and I wrote of death,
I wrote on walls
when there was no tissue left
And then one day,
I discovered the truth.
It was always here right in this booth.
When you flush that toilet,
you've flushed it all! -
your life,
your dreams
and your fucken soul!
good poem Your not supposed to swear in your poems on this site
Ah, finally found it; your theme poem. It inspires me..(smile)
writing poetry on the wall - so that is your life's calling? eat more fiber, that is all and you have to stop your stall-ing! -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it