Ungrateful Masses Of Steaming Pig Sh*te Poem by Jeremiah Crane
Ungrateful Masses Of Steaming Pig Sh*te
I have sheltered you from storms, yet you cut me down.
I have been your firewood during winter's cold.
I am the air you breathe though you tear me from my roots,
even when I am the home for many.
You ungrateful mass of steaming pig sh*te.
I have filled your stomach when you have hungered most,
yet you will terror me and kill me for entertainment.
I have protected you in times of pearl.
To you, I am a plastic bag sinking in icy waters.
Dirty, ungrateful sea of putrid rat spew.
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5/1/2024 3:34:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's a lovely poem well articulated and written with insight. In gratitude is more deadly than the enemy's weapon. In this case the ungrateful animal is also the enemy's weapon, a deadly combination. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.