A Constructed Life

The empty throne


Alone, it sits

No tank, no arse
To keep it company
The bowl laments
“Oh me, oh my
how long will I sit dry,
waiting for you to finish me
and finally take a pee?”
The people look away.
It is only fitting that this,
with its incomplete loo,
be the hardest room
when it comes to follow thru.
So there it sits,
Vacant as before.
The empty throne
Shall remain empty some more.
Cause we just don’t have time right now to finish it.
Maybe next week. Or the week after that. But we’re close. We’re close to being done.
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4 thoughts on “The empty throne

  1. Anonymous

    Mine eyes never spied
    Such a beauteous ode
    That proclaimeth such joy
    To thine commode

    Shakespearean verse
    Toucheth me
    Of it I'll thinketh
    Whence I doth pee

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