Dirty, Poem by maxpoet beauty

Dirty,
Dirty is not my food,
Dirty is not my every word,
I think of betrayals,
This World never did it make it from me,
I found it,
But Wise is better than dirty,
Dirty is worse,
I think of my temple,
Then I understand that Spiritual talk's all,
My breathe of this composure was not my glory,
It is Humane to give Unfeigned,
It is Humane to give ether,
It is Humane to give clean and Holy,
This is not morals or anything whatever,
It is the Humane Excellence of my pro-attitude.