Killer Toilet Paper
Yea do I sit in discernment of love
I reached and it grabbed me tight as a glove
Pain and anguish tear at my fragile soul
Now to decide, weighing passion and dole
Paper was something I thought I could trust
Yea here I now pay for my sins of lust
Use the paper or not, I’m forced to choose
Whichever ever I pick I will surely loose
I need to wipe for I didn’t just fart
An anguish so great it tears at my heart
Grabbed by the paper from the killer roll
It’s squeezing my hand but it wants my soul
Do I jump and run all dripping and wet?
Or do I wipe and lose the paper bet?


I needed a smile glad I looked in here...




Love, Lane








wow you took something so mundane and made it amazing! Then you put it in form
what are you trying to prove... we already know you are the queen!








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