Digging through some old papers this weekend uncovered a poem I first encountered and hung on my door sometime in the 1980s. An epic of masterfully brief proportions, I was disappointed not to find it anywhere on the web. Powerless as I am, this I can fix.
One might wonder
how the sewage system functions
So many people
caring for no one but themselves
worthless to everyone,
but themselves.
Sewage,
More sewage.
(ha ha ha)
Flush it all down the fucking toiletMichael Bobrow