Job App-poo-ca-tion

Ah the acoustics of a half filled toilet bowl.

The boom and the crackle like an eviscerated troll.

The rushing of exiting water as it sloshes past your thighs.

And the falsetto of the drop as the last remnant flies.

It's a shame these audible treasures are slated for the void.

Because if this art was worth a damn, I'd scarce be unemployed.