FlushA Poem by Alfred Kukitzw/o tissueFlush I readied a poop bag Jackson, my dog, smelled the Earth I wondered if he could understand flush I told him we have it We don't use a bag Perhaps, maybe........ He just pooped and I scooped up his t**d wishing someday he might flush it down the drain. © 2017 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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