Three courses; of course
I’ve unrolled an entire
xxxxxroll of toilet paper

It took
groans, grunts; a clench—done!
But
Under my seat I heard one loud
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx“MOTHERFUCKER!”
I eyed the still spinning naked
xxxxxtube—then my white Loo,
after the slur caught my ear

xxxxxnot for fear or concern from
being called a “MOTHERFUCKER!”
But
that my toilet may be in rebellion!

A pinko porcelain; for
years we co-existed; I
consumed and it fed on
xxxxxcolon construction,
xxxxxsoggy cereal clumps, and
xxxxxany hang-over harvest.

But
now it calls me
“MOTHERFUCKER!—

I’M TIRED OF THIS SHIT!”
I bet.
Cold friend, you’ve been
an opened jawed seagull,
xxxxxfull on my guts.

“I’M SO FUCKING
SICK OF THIS SHIT
ALL OF IT!”

Needless to say, I don’t feel safe
like a Constipated Constantine
xxxxxunsafe on this Throne.

“GET YOUR ASS
xxxxxOUTTA HERE!”

I obliged; flexed my thighs,
xxxxxto shuffle
to safety with my pants
rumpled at my ankles

“DON’T YOU FUCKING
WALK AWAY!
I’M NOT DONE
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxWITH YOU!”—

A flash attack! I gave the handle
xxxxxa vicious jiggle—SWOOSSHH!

A gurgle of refuse
wasn’t refused; the pipes took
my intestine’s mottled paper
xxxxxand last night’s dinner.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx“I HATE YOU!”
“I HATE YOU TOO!”
“FUCK YOU, BITCH!”
“FUCK YOU, TOO
xxxxxASSHOLE!”

A child’s birthday balloon
xxxxxblue and yellow, set
free by my window;
a child bellowed, “no!”

A door, the apartment
xxxxxbelow and across—
xxxxxangled low
xxxxxfrom my refilling
xxxxxpotty
collided with its hinges;
in that instant—a family
xxxxxfell to pieces.
But
at least my toilet wasn’t
rebelling against me
and my anus.