Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Little shit




Shitty shat shits across the shitted one,
The nature calls the dung of the pun
Why they begin to utter the chitter chats,
They grow in the grotto of the hidden brats..
Peep through the ladder of their thoughts,
Clean is their house but messy is their floor.
The bitter talks when trots through the path
Snips across the walls of many grievous heart.
But the shitty shats loop around in accord,
To throw the brow of venomous glance,
Their talk,their looks and the canthus,
Reflect the shitty shats living in their self .
So know the story of the hidden brats,
As these piece of shits are around like rats.
Do not heed or give them a chance to brawl,
Cage them in silence thy not giving a shit to theirs .

-SSW

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