round and round like merry-go-round
my intestine made some
Always I ran to toilet quick
You don't play pranks with me
descending on me with your angelic wings
What scientific experiment are you performing on me?
What kind of magic?
What algorithm wrote dysentery?
Each time you touch my wife
she vacates the kitchen starving me
Each time you touch my kid
he disobeys me
Each time you touch me
I cease being me
washing my buttocks
wasting toiletries on tiny faeces
dysentery holds me
I moan in the toilet countlessly;
my anus erect
ejaculating tiny faeces
so verily verily I say unto thee
"I can see God in dysentery."
Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry