Ode to Toilet
You complete me.
When I
Want to
Let
It all out,
I find
Solace in your
Comfort
Porcelain beauty, my
Friendly commode.
Sitting on
A
Throne
I am
Taken to
Another world
Elevated to
A new
Status
Yet your purpose
Is not so clean
Filthy miscreants abuse
You
Know better
I can
Go
To you
In times
Of need
You make me
Feel better
When
I’m sick
I don’t hold back
I can throw
It all
At you
And you
Sit there
Just
Taking the
Maltreatment
The punishment a
Daily routine
Your poor cousins
That suffer in
Public settings
Humanity brought this upon Themselves
Separation from them
Lonely I write to you
Upon
you
I’m sorry,
I’m sorry for the grief.
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