The toothbrush aims at controlling the sink.
The soap is on the other side
but it will soon wear out.
A war of
fantasy
that makes no casualties when the song is over,
we won't miss our target.
Mr. Daisy is monitoring the
battlefield
but he's on the toilet bowl right now.
The newspaper he's reading bets on the one who has already won
Proclamation of
supremacy.
There never were any weapons of mass destruction.
I was forgetting some gore
Broken baby arms
Charred
corpses
Cheap bowel sale
No more imagination there.
Guess what this one is about!