The After Show

Sat on the porcelain throne,
Letting his legs go numb,
He sighs like a cow
In an old open field,

Mud enveloping grass.

I always thought I was great,
He mutters,
Such a shame it’s turned out

That I’m not.

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2 Responses to “The After Show”

  1. Witty allegory on the throne of pomposity

  2. Adam Baldock-Apps Says:

    Moo, plop, argh

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