The bathroom when I’m drunk
Like the mountain to an eremite
Like a temple to a monk
Like a forest to a purist
It’s where faults are sunk
Where replay comes to mind…
Feels like thunder in pure daylight
The moment I realize the impact
Of my actions, when I was autopilot.
Although I can’t change my act
My soul is cleansed by right
In the sanctuary…
The holy bathroom…
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