Little shits are easy to find
They exist far and wide
Never far from the limelight
Some like to cheat you
Smack you silly for even believing
But they all function the same
In the same gray dismal light
Up on the same tattered stage.
Don't sing for forgiveness
Make the little shits smile
Bedazzle their little shit minds
And leave them wondering
How such foreign fire
Ever burned so bright
In a world they made their own.
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little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
