I have a very important job in the City
And a lifestyle to match
But it is an empty lifestyle
And I hate every second of it
But my spirits have been lifted
As I have recently discovered
The best Nihilist Toilet in London
I discovered the poetry by accident
As I was feeling unwell
After a heavy night out
And had stumbled into the toilet
The walls of cubicle six
Were a wonder to behold
Here is recent poem
Which I will share
The Violent Ones
I saw two drunks sitting at a bus stop
Which irritated me as I despise drunks
But I ignored them as the hour was late
I could smell these drunks from a distance
So I turned turned my head away
Yet I had time to notice that one of them
Was wearing a yellow print dress
This immediately aroused my anger
As the whole idea of men
Wearing dresses sickens me
I was about to return to my car
To get my trusty basesball bat
When the smaller drunk spoke to me
He was not a pervert dressed as a women
But a women dressed as a decaying angel
She had no Adam’s Apple visible
Which was a sign of my pathetic mistake
I told the pair to wait and walked to a nearby off license
Where I purchased three bottles of cheap whisky
I gave the bottles to the grateful drunks
Who were too pissed as to understand my false charity
As you might guess I did not do this out of goodness
But just to aid their rapid journey into an Irreversible Hell
Under the poem the name Norman is mentioned
Norman is likely to have been the poet
There are other nihilistic poems in cubicle six
But none as good as this brutal poem
In a way these works cleanse me
They should not cleanse me but they do
If my life of lost content this is quite rare
So I will not question it