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
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