My Throne Overflows
©2017, Olan L. Smith
My Throne does overflow, my life is full
Within domains where rubbish refuse flows,
And the odor grows quite insane upon the
Bathroom floor, and Hades' calls for Persephone,
Six months and no more. Yet, keeper Charon
Fails to let me pass, without a golden coin
For recompense. Flushed upward codswallop
Exits every orifice, and the soul too leaves
The spirit has no home henceforth to dwell―
My strain is too great to bear and its departure
Is an unforgiving birth of girth, I have only my-
Self to blame consuming too much cookery.
Burnish the fork once more, use my fingers, stuff
My face till full, it will pass and once again I swab.
(A.N. Definition of codswallop is given in the YouTube video above.)
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PoetryThese poems are light and humorous, with some having a deeper underling themes...enjoy. The cover was create by the author.
