"I am a king atop my porcelain throne, heavy is the crown that rests upon my brow, heavy is the brown that rests within my bowel. I howl, I howl, as I strain in pain and smell most fowl as I reveal my full moon to the toilet water below. On to the towel-hangers I grab, and for dear life I hold, as the veins in my temple burst and my pain grows far worse. At last into the bowl does my turd go, and with a loud flush it doth flow, down, down into the bowels of the earth where it might now know the day it was born within my Porcelain Throne"