Sudden flash, crash, uproar.
Skin burns, eyes water.
Blinded by the toxins,
Stagger away to the roadside.
Clothes off, jump in the ditch,
Roll in the filthy water.
Cleanse yourself of vitriol.
Scratch the surface.
Keep still and quiet.
Help will come.
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