52. That's It
52.
That's It
I look into the toilet and say, shit.
That’s about the size of it.
Then I tear off some paper.
Oh God, do I have to go through this caper?
Then, something best left unsaid.
At least I won’t have to do it when I’m dead.
Then I wash my hands under the tap.
That’s it! It’s a wrap!
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