Stress Management for the Insane...
Stress Management for the Insane...
I’ve used my pool as a toilet for the past several weeks…
Didn’t take long to soil it and make my own shit creek.
The fumes are overwhelming and neighbors beg of me…
To seriously think about selling, but I strongly disagree.
I swim in the bile of my bowels, gather strength from it…
You won’t throw in the towel if you’re used to life being shit.
I practice rafting empty handed, no oars for extra hassle…
Cuz we all end up stranded…you know…minus a fuckin paddle.
I handle the refuse of my rectum as food, I live the cliché…
Since life is one of those sandwiches you take a bite of everyday.
I’m sprayed with muck; rigged the sprinkler to the pool and began…
To see how life sucks when you’re on the wrong side of the fan.
I know it sounds insane…my habitual ritual of feces…
But it braces me for pain every time I squeeze cheese.
Cuz sure enough I keep it coming, just like life does to a soul…
So I just relax with poolside sunning, wearing SPF Cornhole.
The End
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I just read all 11 HoF verses and posted them...
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