Please don’t let it be a limerick
Last night I was consumed with worry for my fellow human beings. There is only one form which can carry this sentiment, but I fear I lack the talent to really do it justice.
I’m concerned about people who go
Through their lives doing just as they’re told.
They insist they’re too pure
To get down on the floor
And take a look at their own asshole.
Inadequate. I tried again:
Some people can live their whole lives
And apparently think that it’s fine
That they never bent over
And angled a mirror
To see where the sun doesn’t shine
Maybe I shouldn’t have bucked tradition. Maybe a limerick is no good unless it starts with Nantucket.