Didn't quite make it
to the toilet today
liquidity of solids
in full disarray
Underwear as victim
stains that won't wash
running down hallways
no hope of panache
The simplicity of horror
guests pushed out of the way
screaming down corridors
docking the caterer's pay
Wife did the shopping
I think that I will die
crap upon my hand
a lousy single ply
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Didn't quite make it
to the toilet today
liquidity of solids
in full disarray
Underwear as victim
stains that won't wash
running down hallways
no hope of panache
The simplicity of horror
guests pushed out of the way
screaming down corridors
docking the caterer's pay
Wife did the shopping
I think that I will die
crap upon my hand
a lousy single ply
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