Tubular Poem by George Murdock

Think about this he says;
“Life is tubular”
I chewed and swallowed
and listened to the globular pipe fitter
A road taught philosopher
Who had reduced living to it’s banal functions
“You masticate the polish and egg burrito
And send the contents down the esophageal tube
Where upon it enters the mouth of yet another tube
and the contents begins its journey
Through 25 feet of tubing
Small tubes gather up the nourishment
Of fat and proteins and fiber
“It’s tubular from beginning to end he says”
The seed shoots from the tube
The egg descends from the tube
The seed shoves its head through the wall
Tubes begin growing
“Think about this too” he says
like some seated sage
with a room full of listeners
“The whole thing is headed for the big flush in the sea”
I imagined the spewing
the flotsam of lunchrooms
sanitariums, houses and public restrooms
I was inspired as I rose from my perch
And tossed the half eaten burrito in the trash
“Even that trashcan is tubular”
As I moved back into the world
I realized I would never see it again
as it had been before lunch.