I hurried on to the toilet the rush
I needed to go badly so I asked
To be exused from the table and
Go to the restroom cause in fancy
There I was sitting on the pooper
What sweet release,To my right
A square sink which didn't look
Look like it did the job of being clean
Dust in the corners and a leaky
Faucet and I'm not doing it justice
By writing about it ,A mirror
To my left I saw my self in full
Glory with a slouched posture
And bags under my eyes
I look worse then the sink
Then I felt uncomfortable
I knew why but how ?
Because this toilet did not have
A toilet seat like why wouldn't
You have a toilet seat it's
A gift a sheer gift
I was down pooping
And I leave
And that's the story of sitting on the pooper
-fin
