As I go inside the freakin' loo,
I walk, my sneakers on the dew,
And see the horror of the bowl,
with black spotches, Oh Behold!

My nose twitches to the sky,
Nothing'll survive, not even a fly.
This searing smell, this ugly sight,
will bother me every night.

The tiles are inhabbited islands,
of yellow water and even some pants,
with black, and brown lines on either side.
Oh could I ever on this place my hide?

The water drips, the place just stinks,
one word: gross is everything.
The mysteries, we'll never know,
of this toilet terror bowl.