One With the Seat

Your fancy porcelain throne
has stood the test of time.

A safe haven from your nagging love,
where a zen calm resets your soul.

You sit upon the throne looking at memes
and giggling uncontrollably.

A knock at the door shatters your zen
calm, and you look startled.

Your love peeks in to remind you there’s
a boring lunch on soon.

You say something pleasant, and the eye
rolling from your love begins.

The door doesn’t close properly, and the
zen moment has passed.

You let the trumpet play a wild tune, then give
your sweet porcelain pot a pat.

The thought of being one with the seat again
makes you smile.

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