Toilet Talk
The toilet seems to be the only place i can be alone.
It is the only place where i play games peacefully on my phone.
i runaway here whenever i feel scared
although sometimes im unprepared
unprepared for the stink
that makes my eyes watter and continuously blink
but when you think of it its not too bad
its a magical place, sending things to a magical land
And the school stalls are the best
it's there where i hear gossip about Sussie stuffing her breast
we all take if for granted the toilet is best
after all, all humas digest.
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