dirty rimes on bathroom walls

there is nothing worse than stress
which makes my head and heart a mess
but something else lies in the murk
there is nothing worse than work

*

i’ll have time to get some sleep
when i am dead and dying
aching back and breaking bones
the signs of my declining

i’ve traveled ’round the globe, you see
there’s nothing left to save
so i’m begging you, sweet jesus
bring me promptly to my grave

*

a moon is just a rocky thing
with craters, dirt and dust
and i will try to fly there soon
to quench my wanderlust

*

swimming in the murky brown
piece of poo that won’t go down
i flush again, you spin around
piece of poo that won’t go down

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