Who Ever Made My Potty Had a Sense of Humor

feeling holy every time i sit on the ring of the toilet 
labeled church for every one to see
my soul is less than clean as I lower the lid
to read the brand of the unit
porker I flush.
and if in a hurry Tito will do the job 
as american standard  is occupied.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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