Shit Stain
Looking up and the light is bright,
During my life I've had a rough flight,
I'll be damned if I go out like a wimp,
Even if I have to limp,
I'll crawl and grovel till my knees bleed,
Just so I can plant my seed,
Of difference in the world,
With bloodcurled screams of agony and pain,
Finally you've realized this world is insane,
All you are is a shit stain on the sidewalk of life.
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