Porcelain

This morning I found myself late for work
not by much, but a few minutes behind.
I tried to move quickly, not go berserk,
but my tardiness was still on my mind.

As I drove on, I looked down at my clock;
I could tell that I would not be on time.
I wanted to run, but traffic did walk.
My anxiety did begin to climb.

Just then as I started to feel this stress,
I saw something strange lying in the road...
It was a white porcelain crumbled mess,
then I saw the remnants of a commode.

Somehow a crushed toilet lay in the street;
my laughter removed all stress I would meet.