He raced around
In ever-decreasing circles
Till he disappeared up
His own arse.
And now he's stuck there.

If you go through life
With your head up your arse,
You can only see
Your own shit.
Till you drown in it.

How can I relate
To a man in this pose?
He can't see where
He's going,
Or what he's doing.
And he certainly can't see me!
His voice is muffled~
His words full of shit,
And it gets on everyone
He collides with.

And no matter how hard I try
I can't pry
Him loose from there.
His arse is so tight
For fear of the light
It's choking him to death.

I keep thinking ,one day,
If we both pull together,
His head will pop out like a cork.
Then we'll wipe his face clean
And he'll see
That there's more in this world
Than just he,
And we'll dance together
In the light.
But
You absolutely
Cannot
Dance
With a man whose head is
Firmly jammed
Up
His own
 Arse!
 

© 1994, Carmel Pacey Digby

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