NUGGETS OF SHIT

by Ted Rogers

I’ve got nuggets of shit in my head,

To them I am wed,

I take them to bed,

And instead of cleansing them throughout the day I cling on to the cling-ons.

I hold them dear,

They claim my cheer but through fear these pieces of solid stool are my only security in the whirling pool of life.

Wild Berries ferried across rough seas of anxiety.

Tagnuts in all the ruts,

Creviced deep for me to try and pick dry from a mental pig sty.

Doppelgängers, hangers on for the long ride through the pipes and never ending U-bends.

Cistern systems,

Cause for concern when the shit burns we turn to our crap to trap nerves, swerve curves of the berserk internal turds.

Give me the plunger to unblock the mind lock grasping onto shocked old socks.

STOP!

No more will my shit nuggets win.

Like the toilets in Turkey paper goes in the bin.

Not back into the mind of the kind hearted emotionally farted kid.

Nuggets of shit be rid!