Some sod pissed on my metaphors with ammonia
and now they have wilted my vowels fingerprints
erasing jubilation from my verses taking a whizz
and calling it pee in my poetry—like an albatross
pooing on the carcass of an unsung grave
with euphemisms, pissing on my metaphors
Cleverly penned, Adagio. Phenomenal write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian