Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Thursday, 13 August 2015
it cleans
it smells
its toxic if you eat a lot of it
it has shapes on it
it may be made of fat
the soap is your mate
its the thing you all hate (except several few)
*pointing at audience*
you know who you are
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