Once upon a toilet wall
I scribbled my poems and bared it all.
I wrote of life
and I wrote of death,
I wrote on walls
when there was no tissue left
And then one day, I found the truth.
It was right in front of me in the booth.
When you flush that toilet,
you've flushed it all! -
your life, your dreams
and your fucken soul!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a very interesting perspective...i kinda like it. ebone' ingram