Evening sets and ink descends
I feel a light, a glow transcends
The rotten glass of insides pressed
A bottle for a soul possessed
The clock strikes three and I’m awake
And angel’s trumpet and sadist’s stake
could not put me to my slumber
I feel a motion and it imparts
And dizzy sickness in my heart
But I misjudge, a pressure pops
Instead of sturdy a sphincter slops
And out released a pesti'lent smell
And out come forth brown tides of hell
And I panicked, it’s a mistake
I was asleep when thought awake
And in a dream I’m on the pot
And in my sleep must’ve forgot
That there was no loo to be seen
And out comes brown and black and green
After all this it should be said
That I appear’d to have shit the bed
I hang my head in shame
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