Can't Smell Your Own S**t On Your KneesA Poem by BreezaI felt your words Lifted Exalted A steel cage trying to enclose slowly while you narrow mindedly feed your millions then advertise it, in case we missed the show. 'Your' impurity sullies 'me'! and yet you wash your hands after a mere conversation? you are slip-sliding in your own filth masked by expensive fragrances and flawed wisdom.
In your judgement I thrive
Shrinking Then Towering
Remember this..... "I" f*****g rose majestic.
© 2012 Breeza |
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