Poop For Love Poem by Leaking Pen

I thought I captured pure love
Got poop instead from a dove
Yes I saw white and pure
To my darkened soul- a cure-
But each time I came close
I got stink in my nose
Why should I dip in poop again?
Knowing limits of my domain?
It's best for me to live alone
And lick my empty cone
Enough pricking my perforated heart
Doctor's predictions on my chart
They rather I stuff beans in my tarts
Live longer alone with harmless farts

August 12th 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011