Toilet Interim

Sittin on the toilet waitin wishin

My mind would stop this driftin

It goes so far it hits a point of no return and starts flippin 

I'm bitchin and I try to scratch my problems away like itches

And one thing we never think about is all our wishes and what they really mean

Sometimes they're really mean

Sometimes they seem really obscene

Lies and deceptions made from the depths of deep tensions tensioned with Allen wrenches.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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