Waist deep in the swamp and the trees
Waving my tail thwarting darting leaves
That tickle my arse.
Three stories high i cannot see my feet
Oh i so wish my shit had not gravity
To lump round my ankles
That will not bear the load of my slipping
Away.
Wandering pondering wondering in the sewer of your decay
If it fits I will not wear it
If it shits I will not share it
My fingers wipe my arse but your are wary of poking through
The thin paper of you.
Yet i struggle with my fingers
Scratching an itch like a bitch on heat.
But I wave my tail to the beat
Of my heart and will not accept defeat.
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