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Painted Brain | Shit: A Poem
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  • February 19, 2016

SHIT: a poem

I’m a piece of shit stepped in another’s soul and my soul is scraped

with discard and disgust when they’re done with me.

I’m only a pile of shit that feeds upon the world’s leftovers.

I’m only a pile of shit steeped in shit and always hope they’ll bring me home

at day’s end to their doorstep and wipe their feet shan’t spoil their home

with my soil.

Where shit dies save for the flies and the buzzword sings in a fly strip

and their shoes are left outside their door for garbage.

Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup, thank you, I always wanted a pet fly.


Daniel William Concharty

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  • Entertainment
  • Poetry

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