Aurora Borealis by Billsie
I went to bed wishing I had taken a shower.
I was repeating myself more frequently by now.
Trying to sleep was like pulling teeth;
like pulling teeth too little, too late.
I need more soap.
It fell to me to raise the morale of the office.
It fell to me and raise morale I did.
Raising my own was not possible.
Not possible; a sexist and a racist in the closet;
a paradox and a failure.
I need more soap.
Soap and water!
A glint on the wall was only the glow of headlights.
Lie waking I would do and I would now.
I'd sooner don a bunny suit;
a bunny suit than admit I wanted to pray.
I need more soap.
Soap and water!
Soapy water!
Now there's money in the water.
My wife caught me with pornography this morning.
My wife caught me as surely I was caught.
Since I was caught, I fixed the pipe.
I fixed the pipe to prevent the water from destroying it.
I need more soap.
Turning away I tripped and broke my toaster.
Oddly, this was not much of concern
since, as I fell, I smashed my head.
I smashed my head on a corner;
dying instantly.
I need more soap.
Soap and water!
Soapy water!
Now there's money in the water.
Photograph by C. Jones