1,000 Sheets

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