everywhere i look
there they are
a parade of toilets
a promenade of gates
they are omnipresent
toilets! toilets! toilets!
gates! gates! gates!
perhaps the toilets seek me out...
maybe the gates think that im their cup of tea...
one doesnt like to presume
but two does.
i dont see what have i, what have i
done to deserve this...
i pray to almighty figa
i prey on unfriendly gophers
i sacrifice three dozen meat eaters trimesterally
but yet..
its fucking gates and toilets as far as the virtual eye can see
arse! shit! fuck! drink! girls! feck!
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