Durable prosperity with slithering logs,
Feels great the puckering and fall.
Unbroken my stand you understand,
Peace reigns when vacating all.
This my temple of the time,
And time stands to a standstill.
The joy of coding and defecating,
A boolean cathartic rectal nil.
The gods clap for me, for free,
No gas to pollute the heaven.
They cherish the day of relieving,
The processed end of the past seven.
Trumpet sings but not indigestion,
Joyous a pious ending fart.
Holy this day super cool spray,
The hole I clean with diligent art.
A sparkling gloss on the sphincter,
A polish with scented air.
Helejuah like gods own poot,
I flush the paper with religious care.
