Restroom Poems
Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2023 2:17 am
"Dukie"
In the realm of private reflection, where porcelain thrones reside,
Lies a tale of utmost importance, a moment we can't hide.
For in the realm of human nature, a task we all must face,
Is the sacred act of taking a dukie, finding a peaceful space.
Oh, the porcelain oasis, a sanctuary we seek,
Where troubles are left behind, and the soul finds the relief it seeks.
With bated breath and focused mind, we embark upon this quest,
To release the burdens of the day, in this moment we feel blessed.
As cheeks meet the cool embrace of the mighty porcelain throne,
A symphony of bodily functions, an orchestra all its own.
A battle of wills and muscle strength, a dance of push and strain,
In this quiet solitude, we find solace amidst the pain.
With each triumphant push, a victory is declared,
As we part ways with what was once a burden we could not bear.
The dukie, though a humble creation, holds power beyond compare,
For in this humble act, we find a sense of freedom rare.
Oh, the joy of sweet liberation, the weight lifted from our core,
We emerge from this sacred act, feeling lighter than before.
A moment of triumph and relief, a respite from life's demand,
For in the realm of taking a dukie, we find peace in the promised land.
So let us not shy away from this bodily function,
Embrace it with dignity, without any compunction.
For in this simple act, we find a momentary reprieve,
And emerge with a renewed spirit, ready to conquer and achieve.
So raise a toast to the porcelain throne, a vessel of release,
And honor the act of taking a dukie, finding our inner peace.
In this humble bodily function, we find a moment to reflect,
And cherish the beauty of life's cycles, as we cleanse and reconnect.
In the realm of private reflection, where porcelain thrones reside,
Lies a tale of utmost importance, a moment we can't hide.
For in the realm of human nature, a task we all must face,
Is the sacred act of taking a dukie, finding a peaceful space.
Oh, the porcelain oasis, a sanctuary we seek,
Where troubles are left behind, and the soul finds the relief it seeks.
With bated breath and focused mind, we embark upon this quest,
To release the burdens of the day, in this moment we feel blessed.
As cheeks meet the cool embrace of the mighty porcelain throne,
A symphony of bodily functions, an orchestra all its own.
A battle of wills and muscle strength, a dance of push and strain,
In this quiet solitude, we find solace amidst the pain.
With each triumphant push, a victory is declared,
As we part ways with what was once a burden we could not bear.
The dukie, though a humble creation, holds power beyond compare,
For in this humble act, we find a sense of freedom rare.
Oh, the joy of sweet liberation, the weight lifted from our core,
We emerge from this sacred act, feeling lighter than before.
A moment of triumph and relief, a respite from life's demand,
For in the realm of taking a dukie, we find peace in the promised land.
So let us not shy away from this bodily function,
Embrace it with dignity, without any compunction.
For in this simple act, we find a momentary reprieve,
And emerge with a renewed spirit, ready to conquer and achieve.
So raise a toast to the porcelain throne, a vessel of release,
And honor the act of taking a dukie, finding our inner peace.
In this humble bodily function, we find a moment to reflect,
And cherish the beauty of life's cycles, as we cleanse and reconnect.