Monday, March 1, 2010

Ode to the Abandoned Toilet, 8th Avenue

I saw a toilet on the street

It could not move, it had no feet.
Oh little one what did you do?
Could you not deal with all the poo?

Oh object of the lavatory
Did you stagnate in peoples pee?
Why did your owners leave you there?
In the cruel world for all to stare?

Where you too old, were you too dated?
Did the bathroom get upgraded?
Oh dry your eyes my toilet bowl
You really are a tortured soul

Be positive my tortured friend,
This really will not be the end
Oh toilet friend, start life anew
The homeless will look after you.

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