When life is shit, buy lots of toilet paper

When life is shit, buy lots of toilet paper

Not for comfort, but to muffle the screams

Of a world unraveling at the seams.

Each roll a bandage for unseen wounds,

A silent protest in cluttered rooms.

The scent of bleach, the hum of despair,

Echoes of laughter that once filled the air.

Now replaced by the rustle of sheets,

A symphony of solitary retreats.

In the fortress of paper, I find my throne,

A kingdom of waste, yet all my own.

No subjects to govern, no battles to wage,

Just the ticking clock and an empty page.

So I stockpile rolls, a fragile defense,

Against the chaos, the world’s pretense.

For when life is shit, and hope runs thin,

I build my walls and tuck myself in.