The Toilet Seat Poem by Charles Wamuti

They all compete for a seat
Parliamentary, governor, and even presidential,
They lie that every home I will visit,
That even the poor have the potential,
On me for them to seat,
Yet to the poor even tap water is a topic controversial,
Nevertheless they cast their votes to the cheats!

After a salary increase, peanuts as termed by them,
They come to my tiny house and semi-nude,
Inconsiderate, obviously, but soil me all the same,
Horrors of undigested and expensive food,
Then tomorrow to eradicate poverty they proclaim,
To them you cast your vote with no shrewd,
But to defile you and I is just their aim!