Hello toilet, my new friend,
I've come to poop in you again,
Because a fe-ce softly creeping,
Came down while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound
of Flushing.
In restless dreams I pooped alone
Wiping with leaves and cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my tushy to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of my old plunger
For my dumper
I missed the sound
of Flushing.
And in the naked light I saw
Your flush handle chrome and long
Your bowl so white and shining
The tank tall and gleaming
Your seat was already down to share
And so I dared,
To fluuuuush
in silence.
Ok...this has gotten weird even for me...
