The Life of T.P.

Virginal white my suit is now as I'm taken from the pack
I want to yell, I want to scream "Please put me back!"
For I know the reason I know the task I'm summoned now to do
Protest I shan't for it's my cause to wipe away do-do

From big behinds and tiny ones there's no escape for me
For it's my roll beyond my control to make the dirty clean
So I do my part with all my heart with no recourse or fee
I suck it up and take my luck, an unfortunate bloke, T.P.

Upon a spindle I spend my days as parts of me are taken
To purify and dignify the parts that are forsaken
I know the drill yet it's no thrill but I rise to my cause
With valor and grace I take my place no quibble and no pause

My suit of white was never meant to keep its stain-free status
With a darkened smear it's now defiled in the crevasse of a fat ass
Refreshed and pleased he takes his leave now shiny and brand new
While I with pride take in stride my duty to wipe away poo!

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