"who blocked the the toilet."

i did it,i did it, i'll sort it out, sorry.

\What pisses you off when its time to clean the toilet, and you feel like your respect,

is shoved and flushed, and drowned all over it, you look into the white basin, with

two little blackened cheeks, coaled, discovering the ways of mercy in another, who

is just lifting up their voice, with who done its, and you smart in like a gracious

manner and say you will clean it all out, give your all and give it in, but you did it,

and pretending you are helping the house, and in it, in all of it, rent apart, working

for the claimant, like it was the best part of all charity, is part of the house, part of

lies in houses and family shared, you won't tell her you did it, but you will remedy it,

now, yes, now, no objections, stop shouting, listen to the way i'm cleaning, happy,

and duty cleaning,

But especially, if you love the way she is angered, then you bawl, sob, weep loudly,

eyes hurting from the pong and the show of weakness, how all that gristle in you,

fitted the tube, roundly packed pongo, dog's stuff, so you sing reels of mercy for

yourself, and the shock of the shit under the stool, and mop it, half wrist fallen, weak

wrist hushing down digest, picking at the edges, cutting up the spool, make like you

shove it with anger, cut at the full sepia tinged bowl, and formed of chestnuts tissue,

hit it, with respect for the person who found your last, lost, embarrassment trussed

up, with fat, and sweets, sing out the door how you clean it the best, wash the softie,

and stuff it back in the plastic frame cylinder, a pool of bleach mixed with shift tides

of anti-matter, at the bottom. Where goes the sea? Where is the last place

what is at the end? Where do you go there?!!! Pirate and wonder,

pirate on the fair sea, burnt up rats, get you choking and then flee,

whishing washing spins, of fat and dark brown pumice, stone full

like rocket-ship, trussed up pirate, locked together those

vegetables, which are spinning and spinning into the sea of hope,

where do you go there? Where will that be a weapon for me?

Where art thou going? What are you as mine, all that is? That's

got flowing water-spins, and freedom of all seas, it goes like

happy loud song, down into white basins, and bleached water

follow after it, gone. It has me all upon, waters, my red face skin

all bleached and proudly i hang up my tools, the work is done.

"Who blocked the toilet."