The Porcelain Throne

Sometimes when the need arises
Beyond the point of compromises
There’s a quiet place where I can go
Upon the seat of my porcelain throne

Through the kitchen and down the hall
A place to go when duty calls
A few moments alone there I can spend
To relieve the pressures that come from within

Upon my throne I feel no strife
As I sit and ponder the questions of life
I'll recollect the events of the day
Then I wipe my ass and go on my way


© 1991 Randy Bone

 

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