On the Commode again…

I have written on this subject,

In the past and will in the future,

Maybe you would like my mouth to be sutured,

Or at the very least you would love to of my poems object…J

But here I sit, farted out a soggy load,

Can’t again go out on the road,

Till this diarrhea that I have been with bestowed,

Does leave me before I do for all to see, implode,

I truly hope that my commode does not in anyway corrode…J

So on the commode again I sit,

Yeah how did you know I would now take a s**t,

Man does my butt have to quite wide split,

To do this and be quite legit, I may have to attain a permit,

Be happy you do not live too close to the commode on which I sit…J

          © ed ~ 4/13/05