REINCARNATION

Sometimes, i hope it doesn't exist...

Simple pleasures. A poem by Houghton Conquest

Hello Vicky

today i slipped on shit,

it was fresh and warm and green in colour.

Sometimes i like to scrape the sole of my poo ridden shoe with a twig, then hide it away in my pocket before it is safe to plant it in someone else's belongings.

I feel a sudden rush of adrenaline when i see, for instance, somebody gag when discovering this stick which has rubbed small amounts of potent dog waste around the innards of their personal items.