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Toilet, what a sanctuary to be
Whenever files piled up on my desk
I can always come to you
To obtain a moment of peace
No one would dare to stop me
If I loudly pronounce your name
Whether they’re enemies or boss
For they must wait for your sake
You’re stuck with all kind papers
Political reviews help me to blow
Porn magazines satisfy my drive
And clean roll tissues all we need
I wish I have your mighty strength
That all people sit on you daily
And you can take whatever they dump
Without any complaints
I know I can always count on you
Your space, my venting place
Where I curse and where I pray
After, I’m clean, and rumors never leak
I think you are the most holy thing
But why I don’t pay you much respect
Watching you sucking in all the shits
Isn’t it what world really need?
I hope I could adore you as my dog does
For he knows you hold the living source
And I pray you never fail to flush out
Or else, all hell breaks loose, and I’m crying to God.
(20090218)
Laijon Liu
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007 |
| Submitted Date |
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Sunday, February 13, 2011 |
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