Writer's Block: You, the Object
My life sucks for I am full of shit and piss-I am of course the toilet. I get more ass on a daily basis than any rap star or NBA player could ever dream of. I see more faces than someone in front of the TV as people worship me the morning after a night spent inhaling drinks. I am the most cherished and used thing in your house for, without me, you would be knee deep in shit-literally. I am what makes the house smell nice, not that stupid air freshener and febreeze. I help make things neater than they ever could be for you dump the worst waste known to man into me. I think that maybe you should be more appreciative and pour more chemicals into me, for being clean make me want to be nicer to you and make sure you don't have any more "clogs" if you understand me clearly.