sitting there alone,
the stall is shaking,
check the hole below,
are you sure?
with the pain I wince,
adjust my "shooter"
drop the evidence
I nip it off short..
the splashdown starts..

almost in a trance,
one thing for certain,
didn't take a chance,
my colon's jerking
trying to relax,
here comes a missile,
splash reaches the sink
a major bomb..
the splashdown's on

four, three two one..
look below thus,
spliffing, falling,
floating weightless,
falling to the throne

nip one in the bud,
flush like an orbit,
watch them float around
will it absorb it
starting to inspect,
my lower strata,
what is the effect?
my dump is gone..
ordeal goes on..

when the flush control,
shows a problem,
plunge it all to hell,
not responding
another major bomb,
it is receiving,
dirty brown and long,
I want to die,
it's hard and dry


four, three two one..
look below thus,
spliffing, falling,
floating weightless,
falling to the throne

now in the atmosphere,
a final message
this was from above
then squeeze one more

always have a shit,
late every morning,
have to realise..
after five
no one understands,
my basic crap needs,
squeeze upon command,
there's nothing wrong,
just major bombs


look below thus,
spliffing, falling,
floating weightless,
falling to the

four, three two one..
look below thus,
spliffing, falling,
floating weightless,
falling to the throne