Shit Don’t Stink
what’s written in history is largely ignored an off shoot of a root meant to flourish is strangled of everything it’s designed to be, I’d love to hate the illusion but I can’t, I participate, swim easily in its waters my feet become freezing when I’m pulled behind the break, I drown silently, you don’t need a shark attack to skin me, you don’t need a lifeboat to try and locate me, I chose to let go I chose to sink, you think your shit don’t stink? mine does
