I am being let go from my current job out here on the ship channel at the end of the week. Been working here for 2 years now, since the week I moved down here to Houston. I'm not really going to miss it, I'm not caring too much about it. I probably should be but eh **** it, its just a job and a meaningless one at that. What I will miss is the beloved Porta John I've grown so accustomed to out here with no running water. I've taken the liberty to write a poem about him because he is brilliant and I look up to him. His name is Porta John Donne. He has the soul of a poet. For Porta John Donne Alone I sit on hallowed gravel, perched mightily... like an owl. I dream of moving mountains while you men must move your bowel. I ask not for gratitude, for kindness to be bestowed. I am more than content abiding as a parking lot commode. You unload upon me your darkness, and I'm happy to oblige I greet you with open arms, and you greet me with your hides. My plastic walls are a sanctuary, they'll hide you from your fears. While on thin strips of soft, white sheet you wipe away your... tears. So enter now and confess your sins, I'm your church without a steeple Confide in me your deepest matters, whether trivial or fecal. Just remember one thing as you're on your way, after you've sat upon my lap. While you’ve long since left and forgotten me, I’m still dealing with your crap.
Yes sir, few people know the softer side of moes. But he is in there somewhere along with all the hatred for Mike Shanahan and Reality TV shows.
You may use it, but use it wisely. porta-john donne would hate for his intimate thoughts to fall into the wrong hands.
I saw shipping dock and for sure thought that porta had something to do with potty and john had something to do with toilet. That being said, inspirational work good sir.
