Tough breaks at the school of life

Past the restaurant,

I went straight down

So excited , I felt the freshness.

I hung out at the corner,

the duodenum for a while.

The others were already there:

bigger than me,

stronger , undulating

like I didn’t know how.

I slipped and fell lower

where the rejects sit.

These guys, there, were much nicer.

We shared the meal that was

sliding down the gut,

And I learned, how to slither

my way up,

how to wait for the right moment,

after the constriction passes,

how to hold on,

when there's fiberous stuff.

I held on, while others

just washed out.

I got a nice shade of pale

and at least a few meters.

Since then, I’ve sent off many spawn,

many eggs to hatch and grow,

a proud former student

inching up the colon of life.