Abundance Poem by M.J. Lemon

I had a teacher once
whose wisdom only now begins to make sense
a truly bad idea, he sometimes said,
is just like that unflushable turd
swirling around in the bowl
turning spinning, refusing to go
Before long some brave thinker
will get the courage to reach down
scrape the porcelain receptacle
and pick it up
he will then certainly hold it out
as just the solution to some
pressing problem
careful, very careful, though
you may just buy it