Skidding

there’s a single last loo

for shopsters and slackers

and spenders of pennies

digesters of commerce

the buyers of trinkets

and groaters of service

can wait till time busted
and wish they were queueless

that one public loo

like a Savage kind measure

this last throne for pooh

will abdicate now

Halt rushes of pleasure
while flushed with compulsion

not nature nor sewer nor spirit can bear
the ravage of crap or the shit that we spew