Okay, I'm home now and have access to my poem. It's called No Respect.
You think of me just as an insignificant speck, don’t you?
Something just for you to carelessly step on every day.
You’re absolutely fine with that.
That just goes to show you how much respect I get.
I provide, I nurture, I create, and I shelter.
Yet I’m the subject of scorn from everyone.
At least your children understand me,
With their bright eyes and playful hands.
I could spend hours upon hours soaking up the sun with them,
Getting wet and reaping blissful havoc of the Great Outdoors.
Yet as soon as your sights lie on your precious little one spending time with me,
I end up battered, assaulted, and “cleansed” away.
No respect at all I tell ya.
The most spectacularly amusing part about it is that you don’t think I affect you.
Let me dish you the dirt.
I’m always with you.
Whether it is the collar of your shirt, or just the tiniest little cranny,
Like your nails, a wrinkle of skin, or a shoe bottom.
I’m hanging out there, violating your “cleanliness is next to godliness”.
I surround your home, heck, I could be the foundation of your home!
I mould your clay and purify your water.
Most significantly, I’m your eternal partner.
For there’s six feet of me embracing you for eternity once you die.
I'm not one to do rhymes so I basically wrote a free form poem. Hope you've enjoyed it.
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"This body, holding me makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion" - Parabola (Tool) "This here ain't called boasting, it's called truthin' " - Mango Kid (Danko Jones)
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