Me And My Trillions

Me and the trillions in my colon

consulted this morning during 2 dumps,

whereon we unloaded billions of others

no longer needed and decided this:

We’ll try to achieve a balanced future

of mood and thought, perceptible work,

even if it amounts to no more than

a pile of shit from time to time.

We’ll keep good house, and our noses clean,

or clean as possible, and keep some semblance of sentience

suitably sentenced on foolscap and toilet paper.