Thoughts on a toilet [Story ideas]

Story idea: A slacker loves to learn but hates to work. He's a writer without genius, has the talent but not the originality. One day he encounters a peculiar essay in the local library paper and follows the writer's idea. The writer of the essay believes all of the world's known and even unknown geniuses have their greatest ideas or discoveries arrive to them while on the toilet. He, a writer waiting for genius to strike him, decides to spend most of his time on the toilet. The story let's the reader into this man's thoughts as he sits on the john waiting for his life changing idea.

I've no idea on which song to base it on...So I'm simply gonna make an allusion to the song "Seasons in the sun" lyrics below.

Seasons In The Sun

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach