The Road Often Travelled

Okay so this is my attempt at a poem with a reference to that famous poem you know...the path less travelled by Robert Frost. However apart from the title that is where the similarities end. Although I'll have you know that my English teacher once told me that Robert frosts poem was literally about a friend of his who stubbouny tool a different path through the woods, but you didn't hear it from me.

What more can I say except this is a poem about someone going to the toilet ...right I warned you do with tat in mind you can click to another page or read on. But as with comedy poetry is one medium where there should be no topic off limits...in my humble opinion.

The Road Often Travelled

busting busting busting
Need to remove pants
Need wants desires
Overwhelming
Why now why now
Must the Velcro refuse to come
Unclasped
Why must this room smell
Like the stench of fifty old men's
Marinated sea balls
I could gag
Down they go
And swift to the seat my pale
Backside feel very soon it will
Be high tide
There is writing on the wall
There is piss on the floor
(and sand too)
But all of that is foggy somehow now
And distant
Like a choir conductor I rise proudly on that soiled seat
Wave out my hands like a bird
And with each compression of my
Lower regions I soar
Higher higher higher
Smiling falling gliding sailing
I hear a rough knock at the door
My business is down
The smell smacks me back to reality
But always mind the code
And never look back
I depart that small space
Smile at the hairy man with the sagging speedos
That same smile beams with the sun
And carries me back to the water and that delightful sense of feeling
So very very Young