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.
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.
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.