Circling the toilet, it slithers
Towards a swear, this swamp
It drains...
Like the dookie, it takes two clinches
To secure the deal, it makes things right
And my stomach--
Hold tight...
Ready for the puke, it's coming
Dressed in drag, so fucking funny
Now I run from you...
this fucking faggot!!!
--Chris Evans
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