in warm bathwater silent screams
the offal that the toilet cleans
all of these the kappa dreams
deep beneath the storm drain streams.
everything that you resent,
refuse, deny, misrepresent,
and all the sins you don't repent
would you suspect just where they went?
they're in his head, a chawan bowl
where we have brains, he has a hole
to stew the secrets no one told
and pretend, with them, he has a soul.
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