I wanna be your toy – a child's plaything

Past few days of inspiration.

The sky blusters over with the grey of a stormy suburban landscape. Midafternoon showers cloud any clear motivation I might have had. I spend the hours after lunch repeating inspirational phrases to myself.

"I will be a productive and useful individual..."

I sit on the toilet, a beautifully small watercloset cluttered with the bath objects of a young social butterfly. An array of pink liquids and creams.

I empty one of the bottles into the toilet and, after a quick courtesy flush, return to my roosting position.