The Toilet Seat Poem by Cretan Maineiac

The bubbles form like North and
South America on
a map in the flush’s eddy. It’s an easy

cover for what’s really wrong, and what’s really good, so tantalizingly close to
perfect as to
force a demand for as much, failing to look before

sitting bareassednaked &
prompting another
outburst you can

brag to your heretoday friends about,
flushing us
away like the natural resources of two continents for

nit-picking &
petty, power
politics.

Peace 'n' Love are such lovely buzz-
words, &
so fashionable, too, but

Conflict is Sexy, a fashion so
fascist as
to render resistance impotent, while

Resentment
tops 'em
all, even

after I spent all that
money on
your cigarettes and Midol.