Ode to Fourteen Steps

It says I walked fourteen steps today
Oh how I long for the freedom to walk away
To smell fresh air and feel the breeze On anything but my behind I suppose
Like a cold winter wind this too shall pass
But until then I sit on a porcelain throne
Held hostage by my ass

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