Today, I go to work again.
Smart suit, polished shoes, bright tie, white shirt
All is set, just breakfast left.
This time, as oftentimes,
I war with my great foe Time;
Mighty bites of unsliced bread
Break fast, sinking down
With rushing falls of hot tea
To slow down the Three Keepers of Time.
My bag in hand, I run to the door.
A finger’s touch away from the knob
And there rumbles a troubling flow
Of slime matter in the coiled tunnels below;
The Keepers are watching
The long red one is smiling
Ticking away in its glass world
Hanging on the cream wall.
They know Time wins the war
If we advance for Toilet Battles.
The anus is an infamous idiot
That lays waste to a man’s pride
Should the mind think of fecal matters
In the heat of a time war.
My mind must keep at bay
Any thoughts of shit business
For the coming tens of minutes
If I must be at work by eight.
Many anxious waiting feet
At Glo’s metal charity shelter.
Many buses rushing past,
All seats kissing impatient buttocks
That struck an early romance.
Can I kick with these itching commuters
When a bus with lonely seats stops?
Can I keep the slimy rebels
From sliding shame to my world?
I drive my mind to Lade
And our date two days away
A pleasant thought as this in motion
Might suppress the chemical weapons
Preparing to shoot out and wreak havoc.
Time is winning.
A loud whizzing gas
Serves around to unwary noses
Of men and women, boys and girls
In no mood for odoriferous displeasure.
Many eyes become fine brushes
Painting the ignominy of my sin
In fantastic strokes on my face.
Miracles are real
Even though shit still happens.
Seated in a wretched bus
Five minutes ahead of time,
My sweating buttocks lock
In a painful kiss with the creaking seat.
My laps do some break dance
Subliming to bad gas
The angry solids taking formation
In the hollows of my rectum.
My bitter enemy is Time
But they say keep your enemies closer
Than friends, whoever they be.
A nervous look at Three Keepers Mini
Tightly banded to my wrist,
As I open the boardroom door,
Show that Time has lost the war.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen
Glad you could all make it in time”.