Toiletiquette

Seeing red, definition:

That moment when you're in joyous relief
and the door handle thrusts you out of Nirvana,
violently shaken,
as if the engaged sign were merely an invitation.

Brown nosing, suggestion:

The place where the face of the offender should be sent
in lieu of leaving streaks of brown in the u-bend,
as if that brush were there merely for the pleasure
of knowing that there exists a brush.

A quantum of solace

A quantum of solace,
mind blown.
It's nice to know,
amidst all that we do know,
we haven't a clue what's really going on.

The fabric of reality,
as tangible as a duvet
that floats away as the sleeper dreams
and therefore possibly freezes.

Intangible, it seems.
But, like a duvet,
comfortable.

Sweet dreams.

The left is not right

What's a man to do, or think, or say?
Doesn't matter, whatever it is,
We'll put it down to privilege anyway.
Equality is coming, come what
May?
Nay,
The left is not right.

Nay,
I sway broadly to the left despite
The prevailing wind. Slighted,
The wrongs of our forefathers,
Predominantly righted.
Yay,
The left is not right.

Yay,
Things fall apart
When the centre cannot hold.
What may come, an adage of old,
Equality feigned, oppression foretold.
Say,
The left is not right.

It's getting hot in here

It's getting hot in here,
in the sky, under the collar,
chop a tree, make a dollar.
Holla!
No doubt, some, rather
than standing firm would
be offended on behalf of the tree,
ignoring the wood,
ignorant of the roots
of this complex, leaf-littered mere.

Autumn is here,
the tree long gone, yet shackled
to a point of no return.
They yearn,
still offended on behalf of the tree,
the wood demolished,
the axeman admonished.
Free, yet shackled,
on behalf of a tree long gone,
they'll never learn.