When you look around this toilet,
There isn't much you can see.
Just the memories of what used to be.

The turds of yesterday have gone away
And all that is left are hopes of poop today.

I see the poop stain that used to stand so tall
Now that time has passed us by
It seems to be so small.

I see the dried pee stains that once were a yellowish blue,
God the good things seem to be so very few.

The toilet has gone through many a flush
And each one seems to be so very much.

What will I flush next, no one knows.
Sadly someday I may even flush my toes.
Only then will I know the true meaning of the flush
And forever in a cup I will save my willies gush.