If I were a plastic
I would have been a wide mouthed,
Longest and volumized depth bottle
Yet i will have a bottom and thus limits me,
To empty my bottle and be filled again for everything
To any emotional crap I can take.
And yes, I am only human
And I do make mistakes,
To do one thing is a never a good deed,
But if I wanted I can be a person who tries
To be as truthfully I can be,
With all words to be spoken,
I want all my shit farts have more stink
Coz you know the most deadliest pink farts
Are more dangerous than a pretend sharts.
I won’t pretend anymore not for anyone.
In the end of it all,
I will relieve all that is, that were and where I need to be
Are the days on end, when I begin to go to that room,
Put my mask for the day,
And flush last night’s shit,
To begin a new one for today.
Days on End
© Oliver Melendez