Treasure Island

Matthew Foor

(9-12-85 / Austin Texas)

Filth


Permeate
Stench seeps

Exasperate me, why dont you
Foment another for once

Contravene on rights somwhere else
Vexed to the hilt

My core imbued
Myself heated

Inject your venom elsewhere

Inhabit the fly
For it is a perfect fit

You disgust me

Try to justify
A meek existence

While feeding on excrement

Inexcusable
Inexplicable
U ndeniable

Filth of the earth

Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2013

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