Man, I Do Not Really Know If I Have Written Something Poem by RIC BASTASA

i like the sound of the poo
not winnie's

i waited for minutes
and scribbled something
on that white tissue paper

and then i made the last moan
and then i sighed
and wiped my bottom

and then i throw away the
tissue and then there
was this sound of
relief, this flushing sound

and then everything
is gone after a short
whirl & whirl and whirl
and swosh

man, i did not know
that i have written
(something so well?)