Sewage Poems - Poems about Sewage

Sewage Breath’s Birthday Wish On his 21st birthday, Sewage Breath made a wish. And to his great shock it came true in the depths of the sewers that smelt like and piss and fish. In there he bumped into an abandoned Sewage Woman named Trish. In love they fell. They really did. Enjoyed each other’s ugly, worrying, strong...

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Sewage Breath He doesn’t see his family and is barred from all jobs that have strict high personal hygiene rules. It was his fault. His shocking sewage breath makes people vomit pools. That, of course, made him intensely angry and too sad. Every day he felt for having sewage breath, for making people sick, extremely bad. There was nothing he...

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As a can trash full I am all mixed up. As flushed raw sewage I am all mixed up. As grit and concrete I am all mixed up. As boiled bouillabaisse I am all mixed up. As fall forest...

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• CHILDREN OF THE SEWAGE- First I no more I drink not of the toilet water; I save the sewage for the benign sister and brother; Children of default blessed not yet salvageable; They too will be saved; Students of the sewage clean yourself up; Lakes and streams floating plastic Dixie Cups™: One waters of Lazarus arise out of your stench; You’re dead no...

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(Heart sewage) HARMATOPHILE If I could I would Turn off this love faucet It has begun to back up again. Flooded the basement Filled with mud Devotion, emotion and dust. All this broken plumbing A chemical eroding trust Our constant numbing in procrastination A cracking foundation A sump pump drains The rain is coming She is my wicked something A crystalline motivation Sewage clog inside shame Stuck in self-deceit Eighty proof liquid snake A...

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Sewage of a signature smell coming for the Smoke detector by the intake of a cooling and heating how clever, how sick you will never be voted the best of operations to repair maintains itchy, itchy, smell like rotten hell but will sum (some)one go to jail... not in the this pound (town) not in this life bind (time) time... aka: lyricvixen...

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A yearning young man Courting, court but be told Remember, and very so, the schedule Take a walk at the sewage Breathe the freshness of the sewage Watch the lover birds date Pecking and giggling Chirping and flipping And nimbyists blushing When the breeze eases Then your return ticket Has all wisdom At home there’s too much good Token and spoken Waiting to learn Assess and access The...

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