Scumbag

A bedraggled broad
nothing special
never was
lost in the filth
some call life
the muddied perception

scuzzy
veiled in grime
she does not care
she welcomes the disarrayed
the stains of existing
have saturated her soul

how clean can she be
when the world around her is contaminated
sullied intentions
corrupt thoughts
she is a product of her environment
earth is covered in dirt, the earth is filthy

unsightly
she could give two fucks
she hopes her stench will keep others at bay
it does for the most part
sheathed in her hate and scum
she drags herself through the land of the so called living

she will not be cleansed
in this life
or the next
mucking up everything she can
her soul is one of squalor
the smell of rot seeps through her pores

she seeks what soils
unclean
inside and out
a foul beast
with an appetite for the disgusting
afraid of what she calls "holy water"

cleanliness and godliness
two things she wants nothing to do with
she wallows in her deadness
savoring the sleaze of her being
she waits for the the big heap
when the dirt will cover her entirely, at least 6ft