There are no easy answers, there’s only living through the questions.
~Elizabeth George
Up To Our Eyeballs
Invited to go participate
Crazy Hat Bingo
don’t be late.
An evening event circled in red
the privy’s plans
flooded the floor instead.
The throne had an awful tummy ache
it retched, it blew, it spewed,
and on my own
I soon found out
how little about plumbing
I knew.
The incontinent porcelain god
made a reeking wretched fuss
and for our captive bunch
it was up to our ankles
she gushed.
Up over the bowl
onto the floor
behind the molding creeping
stealth, not her forte, forward she rushed
then on into the kitchen leaking.
No hats today
No games to play
A hero I needed to find
clean away the gray
my plans now undermined.
Today you are my slaves the belching crapper cried
today we’ll lionize, today we’ll glorify
how a niece and her aunt did rally
forge their new found tie.
To mop up and wring
bucket the sludge
that fucking god-awful slime.
I must admit to wade in shit
with a mop
was not refined.
A line we formed, a mini-brigade
my mom, my niece and I
the bucket passed
out the door around a daisy, we did spy.
The shit we spread
the wildflower fed
then built a garden shrine
for there are no easy answers
only characters flawed to find
and flowers need weeding
and a bit of feeding
with manure mixed in
over time.
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