Duty Calls

You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,
Of some of the sights I have seen.
Just where some people wash themselves,
In order to make sure they are clean.

Look here comes Tracey right now,
Every day like clockwork you see her.
First she undresses and then she spends,
And hour and a half by the mirror.

Finally she steps into the shower,
And adjusts the water to her liking.
With arms raised high behind her head,
That’s a beautiful pose that she’s striking.

Now its my turn as she reaches out,
And scoops me up from my dish.
I hope I get the usual treatment
Theres no harm in having a wish.

It looks like the wait is over,
Its going to happening now I can tell.
Being rubbed in all her private places,
Ooh I serve my mistress well.

My heart begins to calm itself,
As I’m put back in my tray.
I watch Tracey rub herself dry,
And look forward to another day.

Still in my heart there is sadness,
As with each wash I tend to shrink.
We don’t get to last that long you see,
They’ll be someone else in my place next week.

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Duty Calls appears in 'Poets Down Your Way' by Anchor Press
Published July 1998