Shit on my shoe

I don't know what poem I'm going to write,

I hope it doesn't turn out to be shite,

It will be selfless well meaning and true,

It could mean anything it wants to mean for you,

I believe this poem started quite well,

It feels like its getting better I can tell,

Singing songs and having fun,

It's been a long time since I first begun,

I used to sing everywhere,

And I never used to have a care,

I'm a good judge of heart and soul,

When I find these people,

I feel I reached my goal,

Theres so much beauty in the world,

That it's hard to find,

And just be strong,

And have a good heart,

A good soul,

And a good mind,

Then the juices in your brain,

Will be transending like a train,

Soon magic will appear and you find yourself mixing only with people who are sinseare.

This will bring you comfort and joy,

To every good girl and every good boy,

All the nasties will get what they deserve,

You must all get together and get rid of them,

It's a learning curve,

Only the best will do and the rest are the shit on my shoe.

◄ Their dying breath

Turing of the tide ►


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