I could sit here and talk about

How all I need is an amount

Of money to make my life worth living.

But in the webs of subtle things

That this world of bustling

I can’t think of one thing more necessary.

It’s always there to help you out

To carry the load when legs give out

It shoulders burdens, especially when you can’t.

For some, it yields time to reflect

For others, it’s time to respect

The simple things that seem to give us joy.

Always a source of great relief

Though some visits are rather brief

Most, however, last longer than you’d wish.

And at the end of the long day

There’s not too much that’s left to say

Except your need to be with it a while.

Oh great and round and porcelain throne

Come crown me king of this, my home

The toilet, there’s nothing you’ll need more.