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Six Foot Hole

Poetry By: devilrod

Who the hell would put the word sphincter in a poem? Oh...

Submitted:Apr 10, 2007    Reads: 132    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

One day down the road

Dirt will be my blanket

But today it is not

And I just want to thank it

For giving me perspective

And putting fire to my ass

Always around the next corner

But giving me a pass

I sometimes sense it's presence

Sometimes smell it's stench

It always keeps me honest

My sphincter tightly clenched

The Earth is our womb

From whence we came

And to soon return again

So thank you now, my six foot hole

I am your humble friend


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