Lines Thought At My In-Laws Commode
Lines Thought At My In-Laws’ Commode
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Oh! This, their only-bathroom, is in the kitchen.
And this door, an iron door!
Allows even the smallest sounds slip—hiss fiss siss
Hahaha…!
And it has a wide, an-inch’s-gap below.
'Their new, darling son-in-law,
They count my talks and measure my steps.'
Ah! My heart is beating badly
And my mind’s nerves mayn’t burst.
And if I am left unconscious here, inside…!
Thanks to her aged father and his old radio
And the re-mix songs played so piercing…
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