19 July 2012
16+ Bad words
A voice lost in a never ending chatter Words discarded like pieces of fecal matter A stream of pish that deserves to be flushed So many thoughts that need to be hushed Contrived messages that makes no sense Splinters piercing from a seat on the fence Mundane knowledge from a fortune cookie Formed in a sentence by a verbal rookie Ideas that flow becoming fewer Making their way into the sewer Knee deep I wade, panning for gold All to be found are verbs covered in mould It's not you it's me, paddling through shit creek Don't be offended, my tongue is planted firmly in cheek.
**** Creek • Opuss № I