BY ANDREW NGUYEN
Staff Writer
I feel like feces,
Cow manure,
With no greater purpose,
Than grass fertilizer.
I feel like feces,
Residing in a toilet,
Waiting to be flushed,
For a sewer system deathbed.
I feel like feces,
The final product of human waste,
A movie with no alternate ending,
Oh my doom, inevitable fate.
I feel like feces,
Deranged and weirdly shaped,
With weird and funny colors,
And an even funnier smell made.
I feel like feces,
Like my life is dull,
With empty hopes and dreams,
Because I came from somebody’s…digestive system.
Yes, It’s true,
Today, I feel like feces.
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I Feel Like Feces: a poem
November 30, 2016
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