Lawrence S. Pertillar
From Unclean And Putrid Ends - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
In deep shit!
And denying the depth
Or which asses created it,
Does not alter the smell!
Or how long this stench will stink!
It was neither the time
To take a dump!
But those who have been spoonfed crap
All their lives,
Surround themselves with those who too are familiar
With squatting down and thrusting disgust,
Whenever and wherever they please!
That is the disease they find excuses to spread!
Nothing has really changed!
The unbelievable odor,
Once accepted as a passing fume...
Is now being detected as an addicting gas,
From unclean and putrid ends.
Excrementing in mutual agreement!
And creating an atmosphere of sheer pain.
For those who remain quietly unbelieving...
This is what they chose!
With crossed fingers,
They were going to receive a lifetime of roses!
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