Hello, i'm the toilet seat,
Nobody make me clean and neat...
I live alone in my room,
known as washroom...
Imagine my life with poop and pee,
Can you think, can you see..?
Every morning someone sit over me,
And throwing waste materials on me..
Some singing in a loud voice,
Sad, not have cotton to put in my ears for this noise..
Some checking messages of beloved and flatter..
But i don't have Gf, but this doesn't matter..
They Just change my good morning,
to waste food morning..
Not only one person does,
After that another comes,
And this process is continuous..
Rarely they clear my body,
If anyone did after sometime on me sit again somebody...
And fill the room with smell,
Smell and smell..
Make my room just like hell...
Nobody understand what i feel,
They just know to make me dirty after eating a meal....
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