Bad Things
Hanging from willows
weeping
sludge slimy green
fouls
this page
of intended pristine.
Intruding on this peaceful
clean
sits your polluted
trespass
tainting all who pass
through this life.
Ugly is your name.
Deceit is your shame.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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