Eat, Sleep, Shit and my
dialogue was a hit But burning was my butt Because it was just a taunt
Then; I realized it was excreta Creator and communicator of miasma My Town pig’s favorite and perpetuate but for us it was a proclaimer of enigma
As we grow; perceived the process Of Ingestion, Digestion, Absorption and excretion Still it remains a stink and stress Ah!
Ha, Pain inside consolation.
We grew further and started Reprimands of dignity and wasting food this rots in the road to turn road dirty everywhere shit and stink in the city
It’s all the action of invisible demons that turns food to poison Poison is to us we are mere humans not for them who turn this earth heaven
They say
Don’t mistake we are friendly demons We turn your waste to compost Give it to trees they will flourish the green We compose and compost
Eat, Sleep, Shit and my dialogue was a hit Be responsible and never regret After all waste is not a waste
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