Public toilets
Voided bowls and urine smell
Men evacuating what they so preciously let in
It's been way too long
Since I visited my own john
I miss it much, I piss way too much
To spend so much time
Smelling others behinds
First thing I'll do is take a poo
On my throne
In my home
And smile knowing I am alone
1 comment:
What can I say to this? It is one of the most difficult things to achieve, writing honestly and from the heart. This is a travel poem in every sense of the context, I'm so glad you let it out.
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