I’m forlorn and I’m glum—
nada tide comin’ outta my bum.
I been here since the cock crowed.
Even dribbles, none—can’t crap a load.

All blocked up, can’t unpack—
just occasional air from the crack.
Guess I took to much Immod-
ium. Oh, to crap a load!

On the throne—I’m just sittin’ here and I moan.
I can’t use this cold commode
to crap a load.

Mighty peeved ’bout no logs…
need some help from the place that sells drugs.
Get some money and hit the road,
get stuff helps me
to crap a load.

On the throne—I’m just sittin’ here and I moan
though with the stuff home I rode—can’t crap a load.

Can’t mine a shite; I’m in pain.
But then some breaks off like a moraine.
Streamin’ down: an “oh-wow!” load.
Need it tamed. Out of Immod’!!

On the throne—I’m just sittin’ here and I moan,
Overflows, this old commode
from stanchless loads.