Just Sitting
Tone was a big fella,
but this toilet was so huge he could swing his legs,
When sat in the position of eternal contemplation,
He swung them,
back,
forward,
back,
forward,
For a moment he was lost,
then he got back down to business.
Copyright © Jimmy Hoffer | Year Posted 2010
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