re: I need help writing a poem for work

I am on the toilet seat, here I sit
I am writing a poem while I shite
I am thinking of the words for which to begin
I am looking at my lap which rests paper and pen.

I am trying to stay away from the prose
When a smell wafers up, it smells not like a rose
I am writing with great muse this poem for you
A splatter and a slash from my hole did things spew

I am looking between my legs and admire the DIVERSITY
Shades of browns and reds swirled in with greens
I am thinking about last night’s casserole made of pinto beans

I am grimacing with fear as I write on page two
There is no toilet paper, oh whatever am I to do

I am thinking of the smear on your fingers right now
I am thinking if your smelling this poem, oh wow
I am thinking of your senses are begging for mercy
I am thinking f*ck you and your shitty diversity