Arbiter of shittily planned dilemmas
you were born with only three faces
shit down to the sub-atomic level
to the last quark
Martyrs mocking, lepers vomiting
while everyone and their mother
team up with toilet water
Don`t forget to tell your face
swish swish gargle gargle
This here bowl is half full of shit
and this here shit shall set you free.
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