Jean-Claude’s toilet seat
I’ve seen
A lot
Of shit in my day
Especially at night
When he thinks no one
Can see him take a dump
But the aroma
Fouls the atmosphere for weeks
Air freshener does not help
The candles work
To cleanse the air but
He can’t stand the light
Sometimes he squats on me
Just to pass gas, that is how
He contemplates his future moves
Most thrones are plastic
I am carved ivory tusks
From the Congo
I know the true him
He takes me everywhere
I have my own encasement
And always travel first class
I am better than a pet
More reliable than a gun
If it is true, you are what you eat
It is even truer, you have been
What you shit
—kalamu ya salaam