The White Seat

At last I was crowned with glory
Relieve submerged my pressure
The throne of the White house was miles away from my thoughts
Open air theater was even a closer thought
The only option I had was to win the contest
Re-run never existed in my dictionary.
How comes weapons don't win battles?
Only the mind does; yes maybe not to the free
You'd never know what the air means if your home is a cage.
Untold lies at the mercies of nature
Only time is the bus stop of a ransom turd
You could hold it probably for days but not forever
The furry and pains of discomforting the bowels
The trauma and facial expression of driving back poop inside
Kill the lies, you can never stand it forever
For three days, I was a dictator to nature.
Not until, the prisoners inside of me rebelled
They over powered me and gave me one option
I had no choice, I gave in.
I eventually twirled a democrat
Freedom at last, I sat on the white seat.
The excreament was like never before
The white seat was like a lost glory.
The relieve on my face gestured;
Power,
Freedom,
Comfort,
Victory and dominance in democratic self
The white seat of glory
The seat of all social cadres.