Barry's port a potty

 Barry pepper's son slipped off the mattress
Barry familiar and his son they built a life box
Son whined and bleeted
clean eyes yet a frumpy load of dirty clothes waiting to be washed

The life box was for hiding inconvenient truths
shameful past events 
unmentionable regret
decorated outward soiled and decomposing from within

Barry pepper at the dock confrontation
He the stomach his son the ass
All tied up intestine discord
Bacterial wipes kill the eyes bacteria and blind the boy for good

The son all hyped up on his righteous theories
Old Barry in an ocean of grey
All hush hush emotions quashed
Surgeons of delirious masochism

Like a mobile toilet 
to the brim with grey water
Hauling that around on life's long roads
as if it had some kind of value