Sitting too long at the squeeze texting my left leg turns clubfoot. Touching flesh, it feels like zombies might and after the flush I drag my dead weight bedwise to wait on sense returning.
Some good phrasing in there, but I'm not sure a foot falling asleep makes for a complete poem. Fun to read; I bet it was fun to write.
It is a complete sense(less) unit, why not a poem?
Haha I rather enjoyed it, quite comical
Very amusing poem. I enjoyed it.
I have to add to the list of those who like potty humor.
I enjoy stuff like this. The simple, mundane turned into verse.
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