The Toliet

I am but the throne on which you may stay.
A place with which you may release your pain.
Splish, splash, splish it still smells bad I say.

Ever loyal, ever waiting, even if you're gay.
Making you slim by taking away what you gain.
Flush, flush, flush your lamentations away.

On me, your ass shall lay.
Even if I myself will be stained.
Splish, splash, splish it still smells bad I say.

You bury me in acid, that foul fecal decay.
Even drown me in yellow rain.
Flush, flush, flush your lamentations away.

Day by day, as you fight your inner foray.
I dispose of the casualties with my merciless drain.
Splish, splash, splish it still smells bad I say.

Although I'm not sanitized everyday.
I'll endure your waste until I wane.
Flush, flush, flush your lamentations away.
Splish, splash, splish it still smells bad I say.