The warm toilet seat morphology,
Super Mario's bumprint at its most distilled.
Not the grossest thing to ever follow
the princess into a bathroom.
Lab-grown malevolence – whether merely in
the form of this peculiar haunting, or variously manifesting
as personalized Hefner bathrobes plucked from graves,
very Hobo DIY – never sleeps.
And the Eureka Moment: toadstool piss emptied
into Xbox demon bucket.
Wavered a sec when said toadstool snapped underfoot.
Removed the berserk neurotoxin from the
gentle powder and rolled it into a
pale statue – voodoo nutrients rendered quite upskirt dog toy.