Toilet paper

A roll that owns its toll

So set is nothing left to regret

As you wipe a rearend with it and

It shows its time well spent

So accumulates in your hand

The layers of landing the white paper

Folded neatly to complete a duty

So rests the time with the tables

As you reason on a pot

Thinking of wiping that spot

That brought such disaster in the moment

What was once urgent doesn’t

Seem so dramatic

So is the erratic nature of a need.

Toilet paper: you cant live without it.


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