Wallowing in memories
Happy times long since passed
Before the fart of life befouled the air
Wafting, wafting
Joy and bliss gone
Replaced with the stench of pain
Lingering, wafting
Turd honking for the rightaway
The pleasant scent of roses fading
No longer existing
As the reaking smell of crap takes over, inhale that agony
This one's a floater
It keeps coming back
Lingering, wafting
As life turns to shit
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I've come to the conclusion that life is shit and that mine's going down the toilet... nothing more to be said.
Please tell me what you think
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OMG!!!!!!!!!!
Sherri, why do you think this way? I know for certine! Your a wonderful person with big things coming your way! I only hope in all hopes, that you realize that we all go through bullshit once in a while it makes us stronger
XOXOXOXOXOXO mom
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Just a poem, mom. Once I write it down, it goes away, remember? You of all people should know that.
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This is the first poem about poop that didn't make me giggle even a little bit. Now that takes talent. I can totally relate. Life is shit. And it stinks. Lysol can't even help at this point.
Okay that's enough shit talk. Loved the poem mucholy, definitly going on my bookmark list.
I hope life gets better for you hun, you're a wonderful girl and you deserve so much better.
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I thought it was bold.
And even though it was pretty vulgar I liked it. The strong comparison between life and shit was clever. Good write. Keep it up.
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Sorry, I couldn't help but smile about the part of the honking turd... I know things seem so hopless but they're not really. This shit shall come to pass and then this constipated time will only be a faded memory. I hope things get better for you very soon. Love ya Sherri.
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