Ponderous
I sit and ponder on the bathrone
the way things ought to be
I stress and post a solid comment
on how they are actually
I create a lot of my best thinking
while squatting there alone
though many things are shrinking
my mind it comes and goes'
it's not a logical chain of thought
at least most of the time
more a thread of free association
mismatched sort of rhyme
I contemplate a most proper end
or some pragmatic goal
but where it is my mind will trend
is a complicated guess
I struggled to form and cast about
for just the right conclusion
but all the struggle and the casting
only lead to a contusion
I sit and ponder on the bathrone
the way things ought to be
but as it happens now sometimes
no answer comes to me
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