mc5 - A Sticky End

There now was nowhere he could place his ample sit-upon

He shook his fist and made a list of revenges slow, but sweet,

Such as strangling Dubya with a cast-off winding sheet

But first of all, he could not stall; a lavvy he must find

And preferably with paper, to wipe his large behind.

He knew of places he could go, but none were very secret

but he found one stocked with rocks and even with a free jet.