Intestines filled with probiotics,
at a friend’s house- number 2 is calling.
2 just likes coffee. Hesitant, you respond.
After a long conversation, bowels are happier.
But wait! No toilet paper,
and nobody to teleport it.
It’s time for the crab dance,
and to damn the day you got into.
However -if it serves as a consolation:
We all hate running out of toilet paper!
