Just now I used the toilet brush.
I had to expunge a skid of mush.

Left there by my own foul actions.
The mud was thick and without traction.

So I scrubbed away with pride in mind.
No trace must be left of my behind.

My good deed is done for the day…
I’ll even leave a scented spray.

Then it’s all undone and I feel cursed.
The brush falls in handle first.

Pure Pooetry

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