poet Daniel Cook

Daniel Cook

The Worlds Nicest Bathroom

my life is the worlds nicest bathroom
it looks great, feels great and there is nothing to deteriate
from the joy in my life
but my life is the bathroom
a nice one yes, maybe the nicest.
but its not the best
how i prefer a bed to rest, or a couch to sit and jest with my friends and lest i forget that the sun sets in the west ill stay in my bathroom, and beat my chest.
because in this nice bathroom, with marble and granite
theres a stall that keeps on filling with shit
i flush it away, but it seems to be clogged
i cant rid of one turd without adding a log
whether its debt or its heartbreak
depression or fear
entrapment and the thoughts that cant fit in here
the shit keeps rising and making it smell
the worlds nicest bathroom
is the worlds biggest hell
to complain when theres tissues and a man at the door
seems assanine when theres gold on the floor
but the shit in the stall, that no one can see
is making my bathroom a nausiating sea
i wish i had a hallway so the shit could leave
but im in this bathroom for now
so ill pray to god that the shit flushes down

Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2008
Poem Edited: Monday, July 28, 2008

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