1,000 Sheets
Layered fresh and soft, on pedestal high,
I keep you dry and handy near to me.
You’re vigilant and ready when I pee.
Faithful, trusted, steady, morning til night.
You give yourself, unwind liberally.
I take and take (and take); you’re always there.
Did I forget how extraordinaire?
Now empty you be, all because of me.
I’ll rebound, pursue a new paper roll.
With it, I simply wish to wipe my ass.
For your twin, I go to the cubbyhole.
Half-squatting, I open the door – aghast!
It’s gone, no spare to ease my inner soul.
Perplexed in my self-indulgent morass.
3/34/2020 ~jlr