Emotions, a toilet overflowing,
regurgitated, digested refuse
which we wish was not showing
Now a mess on the loose
Sewer of the soul
empties in a pipe\'s crust of rust
Unwanted debris in the bowl
thrust in a sour smell of must
To the silver tongue do not rush
its throat may still be stopped
if you flush there will only be a gush
over a floor you just have mopped