Posted on Aug 10, 2021
Posted in Writings


Someone handed me their judgement

So I flushed it down the drain


Didn’t bother even looking

Let it wash away like rain


They tried to hand me doubt too

And its troubling cousin fear


I threw them all into my porcelain bowl

And then casually necked a beer


Took the expectations I was given

Flushed them like a terd


This time I watched and smiled

Their whooshing descent all I heard


Now I can’t stop flushing things

I’ll be doing it ’til Summer


My disinterest in other’s plans for me

Might soon mean I need a plumber.


copyright Annie Oswald 2021