I felt a poem coming out.
I squeezed and
squeezed...
Buttoh! Oh no!
The words dripped
(Dripped slowly),
And dribbled down
Onto a soul-white page.
All there to find meanings
For their pompous selves...Down in the below.
I flushed the stained
sheet
(That stank of inanities)
Down the toilet's gullet.
To coalesce, too neatly,
With other such shit.
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