As I sit upon my throne I think
of many things
Will I be here for long or is
It
Just
Wind,
Will the outside hear my
Logs,
As they go splashing down,
Or hear me *** like a
W
a
t
e
r
~
F
a
l
l
That just keeps on flowing out,
Hitting home,
Not getting any on the seat
"Wind popping out"
"I hope it doesn't stink"
I sit in my throne thinking of
Many different things,
But most of all  I think??
I should have looked down,
As with out
Paper,
Sheets,
Softly,
To wipe my ***
I'm stuck on this seat
they call the **THRONE