My Throne Overflows

©2017, Olan L. Smith

My Throne does overflow, my life is full

Within domains where rubbish refuse flows,

And the odor grows quite insane upon the

Bathroom floor, and Hades' calls for Persephone,

Six months and no more. Yet, keeper Charon

Fails to let me pass, without a golden coin

For recompense. Flushed upward codswallop

Exits every orifice, and the soul too leaves

The spirit has no home henceforth to dwell―

My strain is too great to bear, and its departure

Is an unforgiving birth of girth, I have only my-

Self to blame consuming too much cookery.

Burnish the fork once more, use my fingers, stuff

My face till full, it will pass, and once again I swab.

(A.N. Definition of codswallop is given in the YouTube video above.)