A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, August 13, 2022

Some sucking catharsis

Let the water wash
away shit piss and corruption.
Or at least the former two. 
Such action takes suction 
and pressure, hydraulics 

does
for sewage and drinks
alike! 

To get traction 
sometimes 
you have to spike the punch, 
cough, hold out your hand 
and wink, or some like 
to think so. 

It stinks 

but we knead the dough.
As it grows and rises up free, 
'til we're kneed in the crotch!
Is that nuts or not? 

Sometimes you're feeling it, 
and sometimes you don't. 

Raise a cup, or just pass. 
Your pour! I'll toast, or 
I won't, as is always my 
either/or wont:

"To the rich and the poor, 
all brag no boast."  

Exeunt.  

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