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Anus Horribilis: Tragedy Domestica
Anus horribilus If you don't wipe Not too hard tho Or the paper turns Well.. what? - brown plus red: Terra cotta Toilet Rosetta stone-like Parchment, Or scroll Of problematic bowels - Someone said annual I heard anal - Someone said therapist I screamed Sex offender * Thanks for reading! Little bit of Tuesday subversive fun. Isn't language fun. Or is this just me hiding darker, more serious themes beneath a swirling sea of sewage?
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
Everything Comes Back
There once was a woman so fair, Who lost twenty bucks at the fair, Two weeks later, in store, Found twenty once more— And gave it away unaware.
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Poets
Worthy
Your words are worthy no prize is necessary as long as they're loved --------------------------------- Previous:
By Jemma Jae7 months ago in Poets
Wild Turkeys in the Street
A gang of turkeys wandered onto a business park road. A car came upon them apprehensively and stopped. The horn blared. No movement.
By Gabriel B. Shames7 months ago in Poets
Public Service
“A soap impression of his wife That he ate and donated to the National Trust” - John Lennon “Happiness is a Warm Gun” > 6:30 a.m.
By Gene Lass7 months ago in Poets
The Mirror-Image(Im')
im' fun stooge feelin' im' a slap feelin' and stir... the glue feelin' im' done joking around feelin' im' the "beautiful" feeling of the mirror... I'm the feelin' I'm da ope feelin'. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
We See You
Some people think no one will notice when their prose comes factory fresh But every contest has its bloodhounds sniffing out that glossy mesh
By Sara Wilson7 months ago in Poets
who is whom. Content Warning.
who is whom, indeed. a name was needed for the insulting ambiguity the mockery and glares and the compliments that tear
By ⸘jason alan‽7 months ago in Poets
They Called Her Smelly Nelly
They Called Her Smelly Nelly They laughed, they mocked, cruel and loud, Her name a curse, a pointed shroud. She moved in silence, shoulders tight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
47 bullets. 47 words. 1 Dead.
Eight pistols and 47 bullets, "Lost my eight-hour sleep for you idiots" One slot left, one bullet down No investigations required
By Karun 7 months ago in Poets
Bedtime
I'm just a woman trying to get the baby to sleep watching my cat drink out of the toilet in the yellow vanity light by the sink.
By Ashley McGee7 months ago in Poets
Honey Bunny
I walked into the room, and John started to sing: Ohhh... John is so smart and Denise is a fart Ohhh... John is a tart And the laughter was on... I said, "Oh really, you are a tart? Perfect! I will not forget this! Serves you right for calling me a fart!!"
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Poets