Toilet Politics
Oh Lord please help, we’re in a fix.
Our planet now suffers from toilet politics.
From the back-yard brew to the new killer bees.
6 feet, a cough and the dreaded sneeze.
How will this end, I do not know?
More gurgling comes from down below.
The porcelain gods they lay in wait.
More crap does come from the golden gate.
Social media and number two.
Side by side like old gym shoes.
The stench is great darn nincompoop.
Their words are ninny and still they scoop.
What wisdom shall they bring today.
Like Billy’s brew they cause a spray.
Beware my friends it’s getting squatchy.
The truth at best is very blotchy.
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