T.V. Toilet Poetry

"T.V. Toilet Poetry"

Knock out the walls.

Slide down the fun halls.

After all we don't belong anywhere after all might be-

said and done.

Never from the rose petals of the sun.

Not from anyone's gun.

Life is as light as a feather, yet weighs a ton.

Everything is left unsung and never well done.

In the heaven days' hell.

Where I fell.

Into a wishing well.

To be lost in the race's trot.

Do we just rot?

Living in the inkblots' dots.

I think not.

But I live high on the pot.

Constantly flushings nothings down prison's toilet.

Yours Forever-

And Never.

Jon Billet

08.13.2015 - Revised