Trust not the mouldy men
Sewer crawlers to the last
Fetid foam floats past boots
The rushing steaming stream
Presents your ocular organ
With sights no eye should see
Feel the weakness in your knees
Quivering at first before
Morphing into spasms wild
The glottal gurgle will have
Its say until your nerves shut
Down the way….
(Did you remember to tell at least one person where you were going today? And for how long?)
(Soon you'll wish that you had.…)
