Since this is it make him pay.
Sit him in a swivel that spins
till he sees so many faces
and has to feed one.
Then march him to the bowl.
Force him to sit and relax
and smell his remains and others.
When he grows weary and stiff
float him down on a mattress
that’ll take on any shape he desires
and vibrates him to kingdom come.
After that he’ll be all right
regardless of his politics.
The Bare Necessities
Published in Poetry