YOUR FILTH

You have all this filth in you.
You've let them brew.
Now you drag them under clean clothes.
You brag about taking them into places.
All this filth you've conceived;
Thinking nothing of what you've done.
All this filth you've hatched;
Caring of no one you burn.
How can you drag this much filth under
clean things?
How can you brag to yourself under
circumstances?
This foul matter is what defiles your
whole being.
And you can't even see the sullies yourself.
You are smut without realising that
you worth not more than a snoot.
How can you live with all this filth?
Bring all these filthiness to light
and they die.
Why do you live with all this filth in you?

                 (C. J)

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