Bathroom Tissue
You besmirch my pure white symmetry
Take for granted my full-cloned family
What pleasure from tearing us apart
Indispensable me with no counterpart
Held together by a dissolvable paste
Short lived life surrounded by waste
Densely packed and tightly wound,
Inert, just hanging around
From wall I'm pulled and spun
Dizzied life had just begun
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
