stench                

i fail to see the poetry in shit
though i concede this to be an ode to shite for sure
with so many different blends of crap
to make a story really stink
i think the stench from this shit cannot be ignored

i guess that i could pretty up the scene
but this is how i'll feel when i've been kept in a cage
and instead of wasting both our time
trying to tell you what i mean
i'll just leave this shit to soak into your page

i'm guessing it's the twisted way i think
but i only know the awkward ways to fall
and now i've found i'm scared to lose
and that's what really fucking stinks
because it leaves me with no fucking chance at all

they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
well sometimes that's a barrel load of shit
keep your head up don't give in
hold back just a little longer
and earn some fucking lovely scars because of it

of course the pitch is that i'll do it better next time
but the next time's only going to be the same
i'll think the best waiting patiently
and still end up with slime
then walk away accepting all the blame

it really is that fucking hard to find
and i really have no fucking more to give
it's come about my time to see
that alone my days are kind
so by default this is the only way to live

if you're deciding if there's more here than it seems
then let me save you all from reading it again, there isn't
it's just another load of shitty views
that's been taken to extremes
and isn't worth the fucking time it took to pen