The Toilet Poem Poem by Mark Sebert

There is a worm in the toilet
it wiggles with glee
surrounded by an ocean

the land mass stinks
a floating island of rot
is a refuge for this creature

I am cold. He is warm
and cozy. My leg hairs bristle
to the sound of waves

crashing against the bulwark
failing, eroding
the worm is corroding.

My life is a worm.
I wiggle in stench gleefully
willfully in my freedom's bondage

Bondage - a funny word
to choke on - eat the dung
instead, but do so with care.

I am a thousand worms
lost on a brown island
spiraling down to a river

'Row Row Row your boat
gently down the stream'
the children sing to my angst.