Ode To My Squatty Potty

he sits

perched like
royalty
upon lily-white
porcelain throne

knees to chest
feet planted
on footstool
affectionately called
‘squatters potty’

appearing as some
strange raptor
waiting for prey

bowel aligned
perfectly with
rectum and anus

stinking feces
stream into the
waiting bowl
effortlessly

no more pinching
of loaves or
straining at stool
‘hroids’ a thing of the past

each day just one
satisfying expulsion
over-and-done in
a short moment
leaving more time
to sit and ponder

spring-fresh water
washes the stink away

as profound thoughts
form the realization that
although not perfect
he is a pretty good man
not a shitty person
(as some have said)
but
a person who shits

© 2021 Raibeart Bruis