The Looking Glass Volume 36 | Page 85

My Toilet Poem

Mohamad Merchant

My stomach grumbles and rumbles.

I am aware it is not from any hunger

As I start to awaken from my slumber.

The time is now to travel to the bathroom,

For I must utilize an escape…to let go…

And away from my room

I start to zoom

But soon creeps in a fear

That the haven I sought, while near,

is occupied by another.

But soon, my heart fills with cheer,

For I have discovered that none occupy

The throne for which I cry.

And in that royal throne,

Rings out the echoes

Of the sweet release of stomach sorrows.