Toilet Paper-Shawnee
Two ply essential commodity
Quilted with designs I never see
Always too soon running empty.
I wipe noses red and snotty
Trying to keep my fingers on high ground
Bunching paper around the gooey
I wipe off spit up that I've found
Chunky white puddle on my floor
And throw away the mushy mound
I always keep towers of rolls in store
To never be caught high and not dry
Each shopping trip I buy more
Upon my throne the double ply
Is gold draped on silver rod
I grasp, pull, and watch it roll by.
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