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Flush The Bowl “A Day in The Life of a Nugget”

Memories all that left behind, as I leave the intestines.

Little do they know, I can hear their choice to flush.

It seems this is the only way, too foul a stench is what they’ll say.

Release me from this murky hell, there is no hope, why do they…?

Flush the bowl! And let me sail away.

Flush the bowl! Didn’t want to leave this way…

Pure Pooetry

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