Poo
So occupied by individuality ,
we have lost sight of the reality,
same struggle just different places ,
same consequences just different cases ,
each are own exception to the rule,
if you knew everything you wouldn't Be a fool ,
we all their fecal matter by the pound,
and someday we'll all be 6 feet under the ground,
condemn and judge like you don't make mistakes yourself,
turn your back on someone else,
you'll see what happens when you're the one that needs help,
but this is the we must all learn,
That in our intestines it's the same thing we churn,
Copyright © Kelvin Jack | Year Posted 2015
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