Keep Your S**t To Yourself

Keep Your S**t To Yourself
by Tricia Pattinson

You threw your s**t onto my lawn - my place of creation
I struggled pass my disbelief - in your destructive nature
I forgive myself - for allowing it to lay where you left it
Gladly, home it flew - back to you when I demanded

Epilogue:
Where your s**t lay in my garden
The grass was corrupt and withered
That spot has now been treated and reseeded
With harmony, peace, love, and forgiveness