Toilet
Ok, so you use me!
Should really wipe me first!
I’m there after you’ve quenched a thirst,
You can sit on me,
You can stand above pee,
I am filled then emptied,
One flush, each never envied,
I am a multi used device,
Like to think of myself such as those computers without the mice,
You can touch sheen my aesthetic ceramic form,
Yes I have to be cleaned; it goes down a storm!
Faeces filled Faceted, urination spilled uninhabited,
It seems I am just to be used,
We never vice versa to reverberate humour to be amused,
Not a single Thank You!
I wish just a candid compliment,
One that makes me feel less of a condiment.
Sometimes your sigh of relief evokes my higher belief,
You do acknowledge and know I am here,
You just do not see me, just my sitting sphere,
My flushing face, I blush in space,
Because I am left there again, after intimacy,
Knowing you are to return, increases the legitimacy,
But I am a toilet! Wondrously welded,
Don’t forget to close my mouth, leave me shielded,
I deserve that at least,
I was not just your friend after feast,
I belonged to you!
