Unlike a container
It can't hold nothing
Like a trash can
It overflows

It says things it shouldn't.

It's a door
It's always open
Like a river
It runs

It doesn't know when to stop.

There's no closing hours
For this mouth
It's open 24 hours a day
7 days a week

You can't miss it
It's just too big to overlook

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