Got to go


You say I'm full of it
Now enough, I quit
Sat on my bench
Spread your stench
Flies buzzing around
You just making sound
Reading all the paper
Then reused it later
Now forever this is halted
By nature I am bolted

Today I came across an abandoned house and this outhouse. I just start to write and see where the words take me. Perhaps I need to see somebody… Got to go, ha de GΓΆtt!

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6 comments

  1. no, you’re fine, Ulle; I remember those outdoor dunnies from childhood spent at my uncle’s house, the one who was always away with the fairies πŸ™‚

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  2. A poem about a dunny, now that Ulle, that is funny.

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