The Oumma of poo – K. B

Yet to be proven, a mere inituition

The Oumma of poo

Brown like poo,
This earth is definitely
Condemned, sink in style!

Trying to pull the plug
From it all,
Once and for all.
God, grant me
Death
And a paradise
Where I’ll be happy
Forever at your side.
I got stoned,
Killed inside.
Boots,
Smell of air, earth
, dust and blood.

K. B

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