I Watch You As You Pee..

 

I may not seem the watchful type, but I do see you pee.

You think you can cover your front bits from me because I’m above the toilet; however, the unnecessary long mirror gives you away..

Don’t feel embarrassed.

Your step-mother bought me a decade ago during her last marriage, and nailed me to this cold tiled wall with poor interior she calls an “ocean” theme.

If it weren’t for the basket of seashells on the unmatching, sink counter I’d assume I was a single cloud in the sky rather than a crab with no freewill in this hellish waste room!

I’ve seen everything.

Not only the real existing life I had before being captured by those two wrinkly, old fishermen that smelled of piss and alcohol.

But the disgusting truth of how humanity was created, and will carry on to be created, for the stealing away of the other, valid, living species.

To be poorly invested in decorations and things that don’t even make sense!

Like tea bags, a tennis ball, and synthetic cloth!?

Whatever.

It’s pointless to ramble on now.

I know what position they used for creating your baby brother, Steve. 

Frightful, I know.

But you don’t have to worry about me.

If I can make a request though, may I suggest a couple more fish, or another crab.

It gets awfully lonely..