Sewer Of The Soul Poem by soren Barrett
Sewer Of The Soul
Emotions, a toilet overflowing,
regurgitated, digested refuse
which we wish was not showing
Now a mess on the loose
Sewer of the soul
empties in a pipe's crust of rust
Unwanted debris in the bowl
thrust in a sour smell of must
To the silver tongue do not rush
its throat may still be stopped
if you flush there will only be a gush
over a floor you just have mopped
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