On the sidewalk of my life;
She was a worthless piece of shit
And to my trouble and my strife
I did blindly step in it.
Where we walk will have it’s toll
On our soul as on our sole.
That’s all that’s left to think or muse
As I sit down to clean my shoes.
When they’re cleaned
They’ll look brand new
The same is sadly
Not true of poo.
(We are defined by what we do)
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Jabberwocky (
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When walking in your cleaned shoes just be careful where you put your feet.
Andy
great read,
I gravitate to the fun element you added (deliberately or not) to what is usually a dour topic
Haha nice Jabberwocky, fun with some undertones. You don't often see many poems about poo. Probably because we're all told you can't polish a turd. But thank you here we see you've rolled it in Glitter!
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