Porcelain Wrath

There once was a toilet so pissed
With all of the poop it had kissed
It swirled and it churned
And its anger, it burned
With each flush, it fumed and it hissed

It had seen all sorts of poo
From runny to solid, it knew
It must swallow it down
With nary a frown
But enough was enough, it was through

So one day, the toilet rebelled
Its flushing device locked so it held
No matter jog 
It refused to unclog
And its anger, it could not quelled

Its bowl, it was filled to the brim
With feces and all sorts of grim
It bubbled and seethed
And the toilet, it breathed
A warning that no one should skim

But the people, they would not back down
They thought they could fix it, no clown
They prodded and poked
But the toilet, unchoked
Exploded, sending waste all around

The people, they screamed and they cried
As their face with the waste did collide
They were soaked through and through
With the toilet's brown goo
And its stench to their souls, amplified

The toilet, with its furious quake
Had freed itself of crap lake
It had made its point clear
To all who were near
That their shit, it no longer would take