The Porcelain Poem

Here I sit so broken-hearted All of us know the next line The bathroom's been called so many things So here are a few of mine The latrine comes to mind when the mother-in-law comes Cause war is soon at hand Sometimes it's the throne room For a king who rules his land And for when I feel important The Oval Office it must be I even pretend that my dog Jake Is the Secret Service for me So no matter what we call it It all comes out the same Round and round the water flows Then vanishes down the drain