Porcelain children

As you approach the door with great trepidation, dread and fear

with expectations of malodorous pungent whiffs of stinky socks

Be well armed and prepared to do battle with the ghosts of unwashed underwear upon chair

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Visions of meals past, rotting food and long expired sliced pizza fare

require face masks, gas masks and smelling salts as you woozily rock

As you approach the door with great trepidation, dread and fear

Walking amongst the mess requires skills of a porcelain magician's dare

tip-toe, tip-toe you go, as squishing sounds echo at the clock's tick-tock

Be well armed and prepared to do battle with the ghosts of unwashed underwear upon chair

You mourn the carbon dust of ceramic porcelain wanton children's lack of care

of such wanting in olfactory perambulations of their intense sense lack

As you approach the door with great trepidation, dread and fear

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You wonder, did you birth these little stinky monsters whom you rear

who instilled these dreary, abstruse dusty porcelain habits so abstract

Be well armed and prepared to do battle with the ghosts of unwashed underwear upon chair

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Nouns, verbs, expletives, dusting. A mother sighs as dreams drift and she hears

loving voices and footsteps approaching, berating her for disturbing their beloved muck

As you approach the door with great trepidation, dread and fear

be well armed and prepared to do battle with the ghosts of unwashed underwear upon chair.

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I plead the 5th.