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 PILES OF POOH

We live upon piles of pooh
Snaking sewers flowing beneath our very feet.
We sit and eat pooh in our food.
No wonder the cow's moo with pooh deflowerment.
We talk and breath pooh in our air.
No wonder the wind farts in our faces.
We relax and swim in seas of pooh.
No wonder whales jump so high and pebbledash us with sprays of defoliants.
We rot and die in sods of recycled pooh.
No wonder maggots feast with such euphoric delight.
These humans are just huge piles of gorgeous pooh.
Laying just below our very sticky feet...
In the summer's heat.

Copytight Hud 2007-2012, Writer/Poet/Philosopher.


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