I like to make things pretty,
so my soul can feel pretty too.
Even seats destined to be gritty,
should have a pretty view!
I like to make things pretty,
so my soul can feel pretty too.
Even seats destined to be gritty,
should have a pretty view!
Out amongst the urban sprawl,
squats the pernicious shopping mall.
Drunk on cheer, the patrons haul,
their loot, surrendering to the thrall,
of stores’ bright lights, each a port of call.
So while swarming humanity squalls,
I’ll stay safe and quiet in my toilet stall.
I’ve been on this thing for hours,
trying to prepare for tomorrow’s splurge.
But I can’t seem to make the extra room.
Looks like a job for binge and purge!
When I want a little freedom,
I lock myself away.
HereĀ I can be myself,
and not keep my farts at bay!
When the population goes even sky-higher,
and we’re all living on top of each other,
stacked up miles above and below the earth in the gloom,
I predict our tiny apartments will consist of this one room.
You got your water for cleaning,
your water for drinking,
and the bathtub converts to a bed.
Add a hot plate and an internet connection,
and the bathroom’s where our lives will beĀ led!
Like putting a bow on a bar of soap,
or drinking milk from a martini glass,
when one needs practical done elegantly,
this sure is a nice place to wipe one’s ass!
When I have a full to-do list,
and distractions around me abound,
that’s when I get the most pissed,
so I come here to do it sitting down!
Why do I so often have nothing to say?
Am I so devoid of thoughts, ideas and feelings?
Perhaps I should spend more time on the thinking-girl’s throne-
the ultimate space for mind/body revealing!
When life is the same day after day,
good though it may be,
i long to run away to points anywhere,
or rob a bank or tickle a stranger.
But i never do, just let the days stay the same,
but they never do either, but they quietly move on,
changing without me looking.
One thing i hope never changes
is my colonic regularity.
Whenever I feel I don’t have control,
that I’m just an 8-ball hit by the cue stick of fate,
I make a paper boat to float in the bowl,
then flush it down as my whim dictates!