That Poor Toilet Poem by Ian Bauer
That Poor Toilet
What have I done to be punished?
Nothing as remember, weeping. But
something has been done to put me
in this horrible place and position. I
have seen more flesh than a pervert,
and have smelled worse things than
a fly in a third-world country. I am
white and pure, but I must have
sinned to be put in this asylum.
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5/3/2024 12:08:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The poor guy sounds depressed.