Sewage

Digging through some old papers this weekend uncovered a poem I first encountered and hung on my door sometime in the 1980s. An epic of masterfully brief proportions, I was disappointed not to find it anywhere on the web. Powerless as I am, this I can fix.

One might wonder
how the sewage system functions
  So many people
  caring for no one but themselves
  worthless to everyone,
  but themselves.
Sewage,
More sewage.
  (ha ha ha)
  Flush it all down the fucking toilet

    Michael Bobrow