
If for some reason you have something against the word in the title, this poem probably isn’t for you!
I am not the ground beneath the shit
I am not the shit itself
I am not the shovel for shit
I am not the wheelbarrow that holds it
I am not the person who throws it
And I am not the animal who left it,
And walked away.
I am the bird passing by while the shit flys, and I will have no part in its ways.
~A
Love this, who got your goat?
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Ohhhh just someone I live with 👀 😂
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I hear you!
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Oh don’t even get me started.
Once I wrote something with BS in one of my posts and got a long rant from a fellow blogger that I shouldn’t promote bad language. Especially since I consider myself a children’s book illustrator.
I love this piece.
If I could ever been an animal and spread my droppings on cars of people who have been mean to me 😄
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Oh gosh, you can say whatever you want! People can either read it or not, and it’s not like you put that in a kids book!! 😂
But yessss, I’d for sure love to be a bird and just ruin the windshields of specific peoples cars 😂 🐦
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