Poo-Tin
What we have here is a Tin full of Poo
If you not careful it will spill onto you
The tin has been opened
The stench burns our eyes
Who now should rush in
But his army of flies
They chomp and they chew
Bombing our homes
We try to fight back
With our sticks and our stones
They take what they want
They feast on our dung
And guzzle the blood
From our terrified young
Oh what a mess from the Poo in that Tin
It would seem that the past
Has come back as a twin
It's hard to believe that
This may in fact be
The fourth hand-me-down
From war number three
It's hard to deny or even ask why
But the time will soon come
When the Poo will run out
And the tin will be gone
There isn't a doubt
Decomposition cannot be denied
The soil will sweeten
New home will be built
The Poo in the Tin
Will turn into soil
And then into silt
The End
Michael K. Englmann
March 03, 2022
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