Vowels about Bowels
By Andrew Parker
I was there when his anus opened
It
sounded angry and rude
I sat there anxiously clenching
Desperate,
trying to prepare myself for what was coming
It was angry and
rude
Perhaps it was trying to get back at him
What had he
done
We sat in strained silence
Hoping for the best
Hoping
it would all be over soon
Hoping nothing like this would ever
happen again
There were moments of calm
Where we hoped for
peace
But then it's fury would unleash
I tried to clean
myself
But left feeling dirty
Dirty and ashamed at what his
anus had said
