Like a turd floating down the tube
Being treated ever so rude
Like a log in the River
It makes me shiver
To the Swamp of Disrepairing.
Looking for light
Saved from caring.
I'm on the Sewerside of Life
No one knows the troubles I've seen
Or the bowls that I have cleaned.
Or the stinks that I smelled
Waking up again
In the strangest of Hells.
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