Here today is where i sit, on this porcelain thrown is where I ****. 
Counting off the minutes that go by.
My elbows leave red marks on each thigh.
Thinking on what I had to eat last night. Maybe I shouldn't push with all my might.
Then my peers start to evacuate.
I could have possibly lost some weight.
Feeling fresh and renewed I head back to class. Hopefully no one can smell my ***.