Soap Suds Poem by Kewayne Wadley

She opened my mouth
And began to throw all of her
Dirty things inside.
The collar of her shirt laced
With a smirk.
She filled my mouth with soap
The seat of her jeans between my teeth.
Normally she'd walk away
But today
She sat on top of me
My insides swished around & around
Thumping & bumbling around.
She closed my mouth and sat on my face.
A collection of all her dirty things
Coming clean
Including I,
Without need for a change dispenser