Russell G. Robison

THE PORCELAIN THRONE

Sitting on the throne
And letting things go passing through
Funny now where thoughts
Will often come to visit you

A place of contemplation
In the land of squat and squeeze
Where the air can get quite toxic
And could really use a breeze

A trusted sanctuary
Where it’s safe to let it go
And when you’re full of fiber
It is such an easy flow

That porcelain so precious
Where I often go to sit
Been told by far too many
That I’m really full of it