Although a bathhouse beneath rooms,
A bathhouse; kinda steamed,
A building, building, public fumes,
Immanence steamed canteen.
Whereupon it revealed along,
Acidly along rooms,
Wholesale obliged onto its brawn,
Building bathhouse jejune.
Whilst it bastardised hot now hot,
Otherwise public hot,
And steamed thereabout index’s jot,
Where’s none a public cot.
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