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I Wrote This on a Toilet Seat Cover

The conversation has dropped,
Although you feel awkward I do not.
And as you fish for words to say
I contemplate how to run away.


Why did I fool myself to believe
That you have a brain to go with that bod.
So as you babble about the weather and your three-quarter length Gucci sweater
I secretly contemplate, "what is god?"
And as you talk about your pointless life, I nod
And try to find a brain behind that bod.
While you ramble on about your shitty ex boyfriend Todd,
I desperately search for a brain in that bod.
And while you whisper explicits on what you'd do with my rod,
I walk away giving up ever finding a brain in your bod.



©2002 Tyler Hutchinson