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