On the Commode in Texting Mode – A Funny Poem

You’re On the Commode in Texting Mode…

You’ve already started laughing…

Lucky for you I’m not photographing…

toilet texting mode

This tale begins while you sit and type
Your fingers sifting through the hype
Social media or perhaps the news
A couple of vids, and some interviews

So you get real comfortable and choose your spot
One not too cold and not too hot
You’ll be here awhile, but of course you know
As you read each message, you’ll take it slow

With your focused sight and razor senses
This jaunt online officially commences
You stretch your thumbs and fingers too
If you pull a tendon, you just won’t get through

The dramas and the love affairs
Who is trendy, when and where
Who is going places, some up some down
And everything else around the town

You’re changing apps, switching screens
Avoiding every story about vaccines
Always neutral is the way you roll
Not a minor piece, you are the whole

Tiking and Toking, YouTube too
It’s the taming of the modern shrew
Dropping likes and thumbs up too
Admiring how your friend list grew

Hold on, Hold on, Gotta Readjust

The left cheek feels a little numb
Wiggle your hips, move your bum
A rumble from you abomasum
Nothing you can’t overcome

With a heave and then a push
Then a great quivering of your tush
A bit of strain
Then a bit of pain

And then nothing…Nothing’s happening..

So the texting goes on
The gut pains are gone
A bit sweaty and damp
You shake it off like a champ

Our phone the modern magazine
But now including messaging
We watch video that play on demand
At least until Google decides they’re banned

One message sent, two received
The disenfranchised or otherwise aggrieved
Countless souls who’s lives depend
On daily talks with their online friends

Hang on…it’s back

Put the phone down on the floor
Grab the walls and count to four
Huff and puff and thar she blows!
It’s surely happened, so says your nose

So you take good care, cross the finish line
Realizing finally that you’re feeling fine
Grab your phone and then a gentle flush
Pull ’em up to avoid the rush

Check the time but it hasn’t slowed
An hour spent in texting mode
Time for you to hit the road
Bid goodbye to your commode

Until we meet again…same time tomorrow…

text me!

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

8 thoughts on “On the Commode in Texting Mode – A Funny Poem

  • March 16, 2022 at 5:42 AM
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    This was such a fun read. As John said, many people can relate to this. Our mobile phones are truly like modern magazines, with a variety of exciting features and apps. Thank you so much for sharing, Ralph

    Blessings to you!

  • March 19, 2022 at 6:43 PM
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    Ralph,
    This really cracked me up,
    because it was written about my honey
    who must remain anonymous because?
    When after a couple of hours
    He doesn’t know that I can hear
    Him laugh from reading something funny
    And when he shifts his rear
    But he yells “cut it out”
    When I tell him to get his butt in gear
    When I offer to call the Roto Rooter man
    Or ask if everything came out all right

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