As I sat on the toilet thinking about the stars
As the **** longingly came out of my ****
It reminded me of something that happened long ago
A memory so strange that it disrupted my flow
What was stranger was the reason for the nostalgia
To come from a action too unusual to be an Idea
What I wonder was the reason for this memory
Was it the smell or the feeling of ecstasy?
Now I try and look deeper into this memory
But it tries to run from me, seeking to be free
I try to get near and grasp it real hard
But it got away surprised by a ****
I think of ways to fulfill my cause
To win this game and end this curse
As I stay there listening to the splash underneath
An Idea enters as the slush leaves from beneath
In idea so strong that the memory was soon in my hands
A feeling of elation and of successful plans
But alas the memory faded, disappeared from my pulse
Because it was time to clean up and in the end flush
All this cause I forgot to take my phone with me to the bathroom