I see your face
and the pit in my stomach becomes
an abyss
filled with shit left behind from
the geese that have taken over
this rural, Midwest town.
I used to see rainbows radiating
from the white collars of the Hanes t-shirts you wore,
but now all I see is the green of vomited up baby food
and the reddish-brown of
a shit taken after eating Indian food.
Because shit is the only way
to truly describe
your soul. It has replaced your compassion
with foul, ancient, muddy, rotting, vile
shit.
Shit Poem
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studiousstrwbry
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FixTheWagon
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Re: Shit Poem
Beautiful, just beautiful. I can almost smell the shit here in southern Wisco.
FSBO: CLASSIC 1980 Toyota Cressida Station Wagon. Steering pulls hard to the left making it hard to drive. Dents, dings & other intrinsic damage. 4 different sized tires. Vintage 1980 Toyota two tone GFY paint theme with faux wood interior.