Rubber

By Sammy Ginsberg

sitting on the bathroom floor
not even throwing up
just contemplating
cold tile
and memories of taking shits

on life, more like it shit all over me
took the shit out of me
left me feeling shitless.

i'd like to be shoes,
that way i'd only have a rubber soul.

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