Why can’t it smell like rose? Or have a essence of lavender?
Sweet dream of orchids?
But no it’s Chief Kowee’s hated septic tank! By his sacred creek,
the bog of stench truly,
the camouflage of flatulence,
The out house in my house,
And she grows sexy flowers,
She grows a stink that very few winds can carry away,
Don’t get that on your fingers,
It doesn’t smell very good,
Lovely,
Fertilized it!
- Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 8th, 2021 15:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Sexy flowers from septic fertilizer aroma
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 16
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Bless the medicine
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