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Tech School Bathrooms

by Roast

 

I choose my stall by the words that are written,
So that I may have a laugh while I am a shitten'.

Here I sit all broken hearted,
came to shit and only farted.

Two weeks ago I took a chance,
I tried to fart and shit my pants.

Here I sit cheeks a flexen',
Just gave birth to another Texan.

Here I sit on the Pooper,
Just gave birth to a Colorado State Trooper.

Peace, pot, microdot, Jesus loves you, stoned or not.
So be a stoner, not a jock,
Suck a joint and not a cock.

He who writes upon these walls,
Rolls his shit into balls.
He who reads these words of wit,
Eats those little balls of shit.

 

 

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