In Charge Poem by Thyris Taylor

When I'm in my bathroom
It seems that time stands still.
There are no clocks, and
I wear the only shoes that
Need to be filled.

There is no pressure, no cause for alarm.
Just quiet peace, and blissful calm.
Some prefer their living room
With its accommodations for guest.
Others, an office with its calendar and desk.

I prefer my bathroom, no calendar no desk,
No contact with anyone, especially guest.
It is the place where I go straight to the top.
Because I'm the boss, and I'm the top cop.