coffee=poo
by Julio Chapluzki
but being at work
makes it hard to get away
for enough time to really,
really enjoy the pooerful sensation
of hard work paying off,
of finding reward in straining:
to do what’s right,
in the right way,
at the right time.
What is it with you people and feces?
i think for me it’s that poo is about the most un-poetic subject that i can think of; there is something intriguing to me about writing verse to something so un-lovely and of describing that un-lovely object in such fond ways.