This Poem Sucks
With one foot over the side
of the tub and the other
stirring the luke warm water,
my big toe inches towards the
busy drain, both my sins and
accomplishments swirling
to a place I can only imagine
my fish would enjoy and I
wonder if this is the sort of
thing Bukowski meant when
he said that we should reward
ourselves with a candy-ass poem
now and again.