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Why'd I have to be the one
To walk in here with that guy?
I don't think I'll ever get,
the foul grit from my eyes.
Slow motion blur forms in my mind
as I pass him near the sink
A toxic funk came from that guys arse
and Oh Laaaawd does it stink.
It was his choice to smile.
All part of his evil plan.
He didn't even wash the crap off..
his toxic, nasty hands.
He should have used some bleach and soap
to detox his nasty binge.
Now instead of using the door knob,
I'll have to kick it off its hinge.
I'm glad he was a stranger,
Someone I'll never know.
An environmental warning
Should follow him in tow.
If he comes back, I'll be ready
and I if he does the same.
I think I'll drown him in that toilet
and give the EPA his name.
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