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the loo's blues

I came here, to shit and stink,
But all I do, is sit and think.
And here I sit, broken hearted,
Couldn't shit, but only farted.

Some come here, to sit and think,
Some come here, to shit and stink.
Often I come here to scratch my balls,
And read all the bullshit on the walls.

Here I lie, in stinky vapour,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper.
Shall I lie, or shall I linger,
Or shall I be forced to use my finger.

- Alex Smart

2 comments:
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Sue said...
May 23, 2008 at 6:44 PM  

bravo..... how profound is this poem...wah wah!

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alok yepuri said...
May 23, 2008 at 8:00 PM  

Go flush your sarcasm down someone else's commode woman :p

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