A GRUNT

The Human Brain, a mystery blob, so unique, so proud.

That my ass sticks to clouds.

I wish my Shit would plummet down.

So I could hear a happy plunking sound.

A floating flow blasts into a fountain of yellow colored piss.

Evacuation of body waste climbs high into a mountain, it’s sure not to miss.

Both bloodshot eyes glare and blister out.

My sphincter is ready to shout!

These cheeks fail and drop down into a frown.

I’m visually a face floating in a toilet without sound.

Unfortunately an implosion is near of backup memories.

Constipated negative feelings cling within the walls of happy stories.

My mind needs flushing of this sick and callused yesteryear.

My time is immediate to bend and crunch down, to exit any and all from my rear.

So I can smile with relief and live life without any such grief!

Author-T