Poop Dreams

I do my best thinking
on the toilet,
he said.
Can’t argue with that,
I said.
Yeah it comes while it
goes, you know what I’m
saying?
he asked.
I believe I do know what
you are saying,
I replied.
You know why I do my
best thinking on the can?
he asked.
I can’t imagine,
I said.
He laughed and said,
because it’s one
of those moments
in life when
I’m on automatic
pilot and my mind is free
to wonder through the
eternity of existence.
Fascinating, I said,
but if you could just
give it a mercy flush
maybe I could finish
a thought myself.

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