Upon the Toilet

When you make a trip to toilet
Do you take a mag or comic?
Or a book some author writ?
Or just ponder while you sit

Upon the jon
In the morn,
afternoon, or before dawn

Pants down
Butt naked
With a simple top on

I know I may be sounding crass
For asking you about your ass
Yet I wonder what you do
While you're sitting on the loo

Hum. Squeeze
Think. Squeeze
Or just beg your ass to please

Disengage
Let go
Push it out so you can go

Back to whatever you were doing
Before nature summoned you in
To the crapper for some bidness
That nobody else must witness

Not overt
Co vert
The term public we invert

To privately
Stealthily
Somewhat surreptitiously

Till the smell gives you away
Or a fart mezzo forte
Or the door you left unlocked
Now somebody walks in shocked

By your nakedness
Smelliness
Downright disgust making its

Appearance
Or its variance
via their faces or countenance

Tell me now how would you act
If you had a book in fact
There's no way to act with tact
That's why whenever I start

To feel the call of nature
I never venture
To grab something to read

I just do my deed
With some speed
Then I move to leave