Open
Sewer
Any
more of this crap and
Uh.......disappointment
will come.
Perhaps
the deed is done,
A
day of resting in the sun.
Rubbish
always comes to mind,
Uh......where
I wander mind free.
I
know the pace is set,
A
day where soiling I'll yet see.
Garbage
and filth become divine,
Uh......are
all these thoughts mine ?
Messing
up a pure white page,
A
day bringing disgrace, to rhyme.
Disgrace
the mess upon my face,
Uh......is
my detritus the brightest ?
Shaming
the lyrical word and art,
A
day when no-one cared the slightest.
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