Muse the toilet

conceited bastards of common prose
breeches the pillars of that which is good

slatterns of sermon
upon the stretcher
the breeched pillars unbreeched
all significance unteethed

harrowing stench of forks on the floor
worry all, that which carries no weight
why why
what does it matter

stay away, stay far

u see no heed through minds ajar

the allurement stands trapped
snagged on a muse, a muse of a toilet
speak for ur word holds but dictum

worthless you are, hence
stay far



-captain ben