Oh Poop Poem by Christopher A.S. Smith

Popular tropics; the topic
a game of marbles- of none that matter
not hard to get or have - on wooden board
left and rithy with the lupin continua-
lapis turned glass with colors inside.
Then the interjection of a lifetime -
'OH POOP.' Whisper'd in the ear of knowing-
and unknowing, unknowingly.

An anger - a force unstoppable,
the stone hurled with force unheard of
'I WANT TO KILL ALL! '
And then, doom everlasting.