Rory Hughes

Loathsome

i looked in the toilet at the disgusting shit i’d just taken
when are you going to get a real job?
it was like an archipelago of brown islands
what is a real job?

the smell was obscene and it gave me an erection
something lucrative
i didn’t want to eat it
it’s tech or get fucked

i took my shirt off and knelt down
you have no direction
the smell was stronger
you have no aspirations

i dunked my hand into the toilet bowl
your grandfather was an advertising executive
i stirred my finger around in the water, watching the bits of shit separate
I’m a lawyer and what are you?

i grabbed a piece and squished it between my fingers
your mother was a saint
i picked up a piece and smelt it
i slept with twenty-four hookers and your mother didn’t leave

I smeared some on my cheek
the other day I was watching lesbian porn on my iPad and forgot to plug my headphones in
I smeared two streaks under my eyes like an American football player
she heard it and didn’t say anything, but I know she heard, she’s a saint

lesbian porn is for pussies so I guess that’s what my dad is; as for me, I’m about to eat human faeces

like father like son?
not quite

two hundred pounds an hour is my rate, what do you get paid?
nothing now, I’m unemployed

i grabbed the biggest clump, put it in my mouth, chewed; the taste was strong is all i can say, strangely metallic, it doesn’t taste how it smells

this is not sexual, despite the erection, that came from somewhere deeper
this is not a lifestyle choice

and now you have no job, so what are you going to do?
you have no qualifications, no career, no drive

i vomited violently: it looked like curry
no aspirations, it doesn’t seem like you care at all
i hadn’t brushed my teeth for a week so you can imagine what kind of grin i gave him