Dark Poetry ~ Dirt Petals

I smell the shit upon the tongues of power.
I inhale shit from the begging of urchins.

Dung muddled voices.

Words seeping lies,
made of feces and rot.

Holding onto old ways.
Always admiring…


It’s a world of dough
It’s a world of wit
It’s a world of lies
It’s a world of shit

Crap contaminates life,
love is sorrow.

Feces of clown’s joy,
dirt petals.

Knelling in it,
bowing face first…

Just praying shit gets better…