I like to shit like a queen.

I may not wear a crown or fancy gown,
But when I sit on my throne, I never frown.
In the intimate confines of the bathroom stall,
Where the air is thick with a foul, putrid pall.

Unabashedly lounging, I take my time,
Releasing the stench, a crime.
Plopping and splattering, the sound,
Filling the room with a toxic mound.

With legs spread wide and stomach aching,
A symphony of unpleasant noises making,
The toilet becomes a stage for this unsightly scene,
As an eruption of waste is often seen.

Plops and splatters fill the air,
As the senses are assaulted beyond compare,
But in this moment of vulnerability,
There’s a strange sense of tranquility.

For in letting go of what no longer serves,
There’s a strange beauty in what the body preserves,
And though the stench may linger long,
One can’t help but feel a sense of being strong.

No shame in my game, I am the queen,
Of the toilet, a sight unseen.
steaming shit that erupts out, plopping and splattering
or the nasty, bubbly farts that fill the room with rotten stink.

So I lean back, relax, lets nature run its course,
In the bathroom stall, let it be the source,
Of release and relief, in a private show,
That only the toilet and you will know.

For when it comes to taking a dump,
I do it like a queen, no need to be stumped.
just casually absolutely destroying the toilet with my stink.
(and the poor nose of the next person to walk in) :P