Human waste and giant toilet of farts

It is hard for me to just write a normal poem
when i have to deal with the 
meaning of human beings who stink
who are selfish in every step of the way.
This earth was given to us by mistake
we did not deserve it because we are a waste
there is no good human being
there is only human waste floating
like  on top of the water 
someone needs to clean all this waste up
 including myself including my brother
he is the real human piece of human ass gas
a real piece of fart including my uncle.
Why was i brought here from war to
 an even bigger mistake this place
does not deserve me and i don't like it anyways!
Many would disagree but it don't matter
because it is true, this jungle of farts
and rotten lies and stabs who cares
to even get to know us who are we 
why all the gods and homeless at the same time?
Because we have become rude to our own 
brothers and sisters our families, our mothers
our fathers, where is all the respect
like i said, my father was a great man
but his mistakes have ruined me
from war to an even bigger gore
and horror, this giant toilet of life
i still don't understand why
i was brought here this isn't 
the bathroom i want to use!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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