Water under the bridge

 Nothing relieves like a humid toilet
door showing first sign bit of rot
the leak from the base dripping out
spreading out into a constant shaded patch

Turn the lock and lean back like in a nest
ready to rid yourself of that last meal mess
The stone floor reverberates with the request
To occupy

Knee jerk reactions
The last squeeze to accomodate
Yet what length will serve to clean the mud?
How many folds must it have for the smudge?

You sit and plot what you will do and say
for remaining hours of the rest of the day
Not too thick nor thin when deluge is rushing 
Yet it´s all water under the bridge after flushing