You are the funnel circling the bathtub drain.
You gurgle incomprehensible complaints and accusations.
You suck vacuously at lavender scented air,
all the while choking back the bile of sewer sludge
that tickles your throat.
Your vortex pulls in stinky sock lint –
flushed out of hiding from between unsuspecting toes,
clumps of sloughed off hair and slimy scum.
Lots and lots of scum.
I watch and silently will the tub to drain faster
so as to leave as little residue as possible
once you are gone.
And for the umpteenth time, I wonder how it is
you ever got elected to office.
Great metaphor, the scum, and I wonder also. Very timely poetry!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome, Maggie.
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What a wonderful – and sadly apt – metaphor! Really masterfully done!
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Thank you!
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My goodness, what a distasteful (yet apt) picture you draw……..and I wonder as well.
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Thank you! Yes, the whole matter is distasteful.
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Ha… and that last line said it all… love those nauseous metaphors
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Thanks, Bjorn, and thanks for the prompt!
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Excellent use of metaphor Maggie! Creatively conceived, and very effective!!
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Thank you, Rob!
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