AID #164: Ode De Toilette
Ode De Toilette
O bathroom, how I love thee
I visit thee often when I must pee,
Or when I must excrete
And my turds the waters wish to greet!
Others disdain the place of strange smells
Of porcelain fixtures and writing on walls
The goopy hand soaps that smell like coconut
And pools of standing water ringing sinks.
But not I, I relish the cold bowl
The rumbling of water pressure from deep below
The sounds of flatulence from the next stall over
And the sweet relief of expelling fecal matter!
With a downward handle press, the glorious flush,
I watch my work vanish into the drain.
I will dress and clean and long for the day
That I will return to the bathroom again.



