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Poem Number 1193

Antique toilet, lined with fur
Always spinning in the cold brrr
Freezing the product as it drops
Then barges in the uniformed police cops
Such glamorous crapping is not allowed
And not in front of a kindergarten crowd
And it makes no sense outside in the cold
While it is recess for them i am drunk and old
So they cuffed my to the potty and pushed my head in
And it froze off like a whacked stalk of corn and i lost my drinks of gin
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