Filtered May Be Your Love of Manure
Filtered may be your love of manure.
But the reeking of it still identifies you,
With filth.
Changing the fragrance doesn't replace,
Your presence.
And no matter how slick the oil gets,
Whether applied to your hair greased or not...
To give the appearance of vast riches.
The scent of it is a reminder of your stench.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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