covered in curled pubes,
once white porcelain now
iridescent yellow glows.
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the sieve and the sand 
i hope this is not a toilet i’ve sat on
No, it is not, but that is not to say that you might never sit on it some day, although I might have exaggerated the nastiness a little also, but only a little.
we tend to do stuff like embellish the nastiness
well it is poetry, after all.
indeed indeed it is
and calling a booger a booger is not poetry at all, just descriptive writing… calling a booger a beautiful ball of green deliciousness is poetry. and truth