The Brown Marauder
By cliff_spab
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
- 501 reads
Silent snake you creep
Twixt cheeks
To drop, plop, plop
The waste of my life,
Detritus of humanity.
Cast off cells shed,
Tainted with emotion,
Small brown pieces of my soul
Gone, gone forever
Into the bowl.
Pass the Andrex, Mummy.
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