Foul Mouthed
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

It smells like dung
Dreadfully stings
Shoots out my lung
Quick death it brings

It smells like bum
It smells like sins
Speaks rotten tongues
And lifts on wings

Twisted and frail
Its scent sets sail
It rides on rails
Smooth and unstoppable

When I breath it ails
A stench of grime and decay
Because I have not yet
Brushed my teeth today