Toilet Paper
The question is always necessity or luxury
But some of these fall in between.
Toilet paper is one.
I'm stranded on an island
Having just done my business
And look around expectantly.
Out of habit reaching to my side
Only to be left with a dirty behind.
There is no toilet paper.
I wrestle with misery for a second or two.
Not feeling quite fine.
An idea, I waddle over to the forest.
A handy leaf will have to work this time.
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