Late For A Double Date With A Oile Of Atoms In The Water Closet

Arbiter of shittily planned dilemmas

you were born with only three faces

shit down to the sub-atomic level

to the last quark

Martyrs mocking, lepers vomiting

while everyone and their mother

team up with toilet water

Don't forget to tell your face

swish swish gargle gargle

This here bowl is half full of shit

and this here shit shall set you free.