Karma(Shitty)City

It was early morning
lazy Sunday,
passing by the downstairs bathroom 
I noticed the toilet paper had run out.
With so much pulling at my mind and 
lazy Sunday baring on my mood(procrastination at it's best) I neglected to refill, going about other possibilities of what not to do, finding excuses to anchor ass to recliner port.
Cries of need came from the porcelain throne, as if someone was stranded in the desert; but I knew it was the longing for teepee that earlier eluded me, and at that time number two was distant from approach no need to let go, yet how selfish can one be.

My oldest daughter, in an awkward private situation sees my bodyless savior arm reach through the small slit open of door handing her freedom from the crapper. With a thank you im back towards dock quickly before the wife throws a chore my way halting a lazy Sunday. Only soon broken from my sluggish funk, to lend a hand and make my world(house) a better place.

It seems I'm always the guard on duty, last one awake to do rounds around the old compound making sure everything's locked up tight before nighty night, don't let the bed bugs bite. Then it's on to the upstairs bathroom where I begin to brush my teeth, fullfill the pre slumber release by taking my place upon toilet seat. When disasters are averted and trouble is over, I look to my right side with laughter surprise.................
I'm out of toilet paper.