Anal Tinkering

An 18+ insane poem about the anus, written for a chuckle, don't take it so personally.

Anal Tinkering
by Keaton Foster



By candlelight,
By flashlight,
Burning books
Of scripture,
Anything to fuel
The flame.
Illumination,
As always,
Is everything.

Looking,
Staring,
Peering into an abyss,
Wondering to myself,
What I could have
So often missed,
What is, and why.

Is out there,
Beyond
This world
Full of shit,
Beyond
A world unchanged.
Anal tinkering—
Not what you think,
Not disgusting,

Nothing vulgar,
Just an asshole
Exposed,
Laid bare,
Brought into view.
Clarity unclouded,
Where all begins,
All must end.
To be human
Is to defecate at times,
Refuse escapes.

Glorious waste,
One man’s shit
Is another’s gold,
Or so I’ve heard.
So absurd.
Take a good look
At your own—
Dare I say it?
You could live
Your entire life

Without ever seeing
This vital part
Of who you are.
Take a picture,
Commit it to memory—
A selfie, perhaps.
In this context,
It makes sense.
It’s said
Some things
Can’t be unseen.

Concealment
Is the ideal
In a world full
Of such assholes.
Yours may seem unique,
Even special,
But let’s face it—
That’s ridiculous.
Like it or not,
You’re just another asshole.
Anal tinkering—

Poke it with a stick,
Prod it with a finger,
Tickle it
With another’s
Willing lips.
Whatever floats
Your sinking boat,
But beware—
Too much stimulation
Can flood the world

With your own shit.
By candlelight,
By flashlight,
Burning books
Of scripture,
Anything to fuel
The flame.
Illumination,
As always,
Is everything.

Looking,
Staring
Into an abyss,
Wondering what it is
That makes you whole
In a world full
Of countless
Damnable assholes…



Anal Tinkering
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.