The Toilet Man’s Last Supper

[Intro] *(Eerie synth fades in, deep voice echoes)* "One bite, one fate..." [Verse 1] Yo, he craved a throne but took it too literal, Said, “I’ll chew chrome!”—man’s mind was pitiful. Midnight hunger pangs, porcelain on his plate, Sinkin’ teeth in ceramic, sealed his twisted fate. Flushed his sanity, now the pipes scream in his veins, Bowel rebellion, guts churnin’ with porcelain chains. “Why’d I snack on the seat?”—last words he confessed, Now the ER’s laughin’ as he fails the stress test. [Chorus] One man, one bowl, now the reaper’s on patrol, Digestin’ disaster, porcelain swallows his soul. Toilet paper epitaph, “Here lies the fool,” Ate his throne, died alone—life’s cruel, man, life’s cruel. [Verse 2] Doctors shook their heads, “No cure for a porcelain high,” X-rays showed a lid where his liver used to lie. He gargled Drano, tried to purge the curse, But the commode’s vengeance only got worse. Eulogy whispers: “He loved the late-night grind, Now he’s six feet under with a flushin’ goodbye.” [Verse 3] Last breath, he coughed up a tile from his chest, Legacy? “Don’t eat bathrooms”—his final request. The devil laughed hard, “Hell’s got no laxatives,” Eternal clogged karma, the toilet man lives… [Outro] *(Synth fades, toilet flush echoes into silence)* "Rest in porcelain."