Filthy Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Filthy
There is not a stage
To stand proudly upon
Your victory is a dirty
Move on your part
None will rejoice at
This thing you call
Human cleansing, or
The ideal world
This is the only evil
I would name pure
A filthy idea in your
Garbage can of a brain
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