I have a green bottle,
It's small and cute,
As with other things I have adored,
as I've wanted to see
and be seen.
Oddly though, it stinks,
and the stench suffocates me;
So I discern,
That while it may seem otherwise,
It isn't really clean,
Then again, neither am I.
Yet I do wonder,
"Who can remove this stench?"
And "who can save my soul and cleanse me?";
Both are questions I can't answer.
This I ponder,
As this foul thing takes me,
On a guilt trip,
Repenting my sins...
Ah! The condition of man,
To be equals with such a soulless, inanimate object.
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Just Some Crazy Poems
Poetry[HIGHEST RANKED at #60 05/07/2017] These are my musings through the past one year expressed in words I couldn't so much as utter from my lips. A tale of love, wonder, despair, depression and much more. Read on and enjoy the insanity.
