god squeezed the universe out of a tiny tube, like toothpaste prepared
for a giant’s bedtime. white and gritty and smelling strongly of mint,
the universe spread out, frothing and foaming making and breaking down
the plaque that wasn’t until the toothpaste made it so. now we’re all
just waiting for the inevitable sound of the cosmic faucet
and the great rinse
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Words and Feathers 
Excellent! Coming soon to a theater near you…
Ha ha! I’m hoping they start teaching it in schools.
Good luck with that.
Bitter and nihilistic – nice! For me, I’m hoping to be transported by the Great Floss. Again, the tags made me laugh out loud.
Thanks! The tags were for you. 😀
Aw thanks!
As long as god isn’t cleaning his nose at the same time…..:D
Humorous sci-fi, bathroom poetry!