Wind tears it up, and it's tacky symbol.
Washing your uniform in a toilet bowl.
The taste in your mouth the smell in your nose.
Marching in divisions carrying toilet brushes.
Soldiers all charge, the toilets all flush.
Generals cluster agitated together.
All worried of the weather in the sewer.
Floods of urine drenching the front-lines.
Flying bodily fluids and barrages of discharges.
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