Upon the glorious throne, I sit.
To ponder life and take a shit.
I hardly slept last night a wink.
So I know this turd will surely stink.
It slowly snakes and leaves my ass.
A curling, brown, stinking mass.
An entry so smooth in the water below.
But a stink so bad like that of a foe.
The deed is done and its time to leave.
So I wipe and flush and then dry heave.