They say I can’t be famous by writing poem
its rhyme is weak,
like me on Monday morning
My little poem
Oh, my little poem
Your life has just one purpose
to meet its end and fertilize the soil
I've noticed something that needs to be said
Existence leaves the poison in the soil
I saw this poison and I can't forget
The Soil is poisoned
And Mother Earth is upset
Should I call this bunch of words
”unfinished end”?
free verse poem
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