Flush the stuff out,
don't let it hang about.
Alex S. flushed the toilet,
and he didn't spoil it.
Can we forgive those who do do,
when their minds empties to too?

In poetic diarrhea,
the mind empties and feels freer.
Poets and writers have to watch it,
to some they may blotch it.
I blotch it quiet a bit,
should I give a transmit.

Yes I should,
if I want to be viewed as good.
No ones all good anyway,
we all diarrhea some day.
Many times I want to flush the toilet,
but fear I may spoil it.

The reason I don't,
is because I won't.
I believe in positivity,
instead of giving into negativity.
Anyway,
we don't have to give into bad,
it's enough around too rain sad.
So I do a positive dump,
instead of the easier negative slump.

Finding joy is truly hard,
it's easy to fall for the sad part.
Bad is all around.
waiting to pull us down.
A positive dump,
gives me strength for the hump.

Poetic diarrhea is a matter of choice,
the poets chosen course.
It could be anger,
to point the finger.
Or love,
to fight the hate shove.

Personal depending,
love or hate sending.

Choice!

G