My lower intestine
is locked in clandestine
disgraceful embrace
with a biotic case
of questionable
gestation.
My gallbladder belches
brown steam downstream.
My liver is a bag of dog shit
burning on Crabapple’s porch.
My catawampus tongue
spits alliterative assonance,
a philological enema
gushing soft soap.
Go away.
The room is occupied.
Ewww…!
Wow. Ew. So ew. But in an awesome way.
Especially the first paragraph is so wonderful it almost makes me laugh! Usually we say “reading my mail?” but in this case it is more accurately “visiting me in the bathroom?”
OUT… out of my bathroom!!