Three day backups don’t come out nice
Had to stand up and break it up twice
A two foot sausage, it would’ve looked like otherwise.
And dry from being trapped, no surprise.
Bothersome too, the smell, despite being my own.
Eat more fiber, this experience, to me, has shown.
I saw you leave, you in the red hat.
I remember your face, as I sought to sit where you sat.
And I’d like to ask you a thing or two, like
Why you made such a mess in the loo.
You peed on the seat and failed to flush
But when you sauntered out, you were clearly, in no rush.
We work in the same place
And like I said, I remember your face.
So next time our paths cross and I look you right in the eye
Just know that I know, and I will not say hi.
A new year
A new me!
A giant poo
For all to see.
And on this day
I have to say
My poo was but a fart
I know, I said a giant poo
Believe me, it stings my heart
But I ate like shit
So it’s no surprise
Or hard to surmise
That I put the horse before the cart.
Soft explosion, warm and light
highly potent fumes
A strange obsession
to record the passing waste.
Arguably, a distaste
But I scream!
I am the scribe of poo
Yes me, not you.
Kebabs and craft beer
Milkshakes and French Fries
A gas last night to fear
That stung my own eyes
And brought forth a mighty tear
Amongst my girlfriend’s cries
That heralded the poo right here
That smells like it never dies.
This last election mattered to me more than any previous election. The ramifications of its outcome are already destroying our nation. Trump’s plan for the first 100 days is ludicrous. His appointments are criminals and blatant racists. Rudy Giuliani favorably compared Trump to Andrew Jackson, the man we agreed was so terrible that it was a disgrace to have him on our currency.
I could go on and on about this, but what I’d rather do is share a message that brought me hope and gave me something to strive for in regard to character. My girlfriend’s friend posted this and I think it’s the only real way to come together and make a change for the better.
“A little less than two years ago I made it my goal in life to let go of the pain and anger that I had built up inside me. I have to say that I have been kicking ass. I’ve also been privileged enough to have a partner and friends and family who light up my life and have my back through thick and thin. I recognize that not everyone has that, but with their help I have found a sort of peace about myself.
Over the last few months I have restricted my use of social media because this election has brought out devastating truths about our nation and I wasn’t able to handle while keeping my sanity. That old anger was creeping back every time I logged onto Facebook. I would lose sleep and replay my peers racist/homophobic/misogynist comments over and over in my head wondering how people could be this way. It came to a point where I became a recluse as to not have to deal with these emotions.
Now that everything has gone so terribly wrong, I wish I would have fought harder and not isolated myself. I wish I did something. I don’t know what I could have done or really what I can do now but I have an idea as to where I want to start.
I would like to open a conversation with Trump supporters. A conversation without name calling or talking down and getting angry to the point of getting dumb. I want to know what your fears are. I want to know why you have these fears. I want to know about your hardships and your experiences. I want you to hear mine.
I can’t speak for the people of color/the gay and trans people that voices need to be heard first and foremost but I am a woman and I’m facing some serious fears for myself and loved ones. If any of you out there are willing to try to bridge the divide, I want to have a real conversation with you, human to human. I promise to keep my side civil and I hope that you are willing to do the same. I may not be the smartest and well informed person but my guts are filled with compassion and I will do whatever I can to help make things better. If your up to it please message me privately.”