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.