never in my life
have i've heard
anything good
escape your mouth
in regards to me
i am a siht stained smear
at the bottom of your loafers
bird siht droppings atop
your prized buntal brim
your eyes for me
holds no sparkle
or joy or love
for that matter
only contempt
at the thought
that i am
your seed
you spit phlegm
in spite of
my existence
a regurgitated reminder
of you
there are no complexities
in truth of procreation
i am the mirrored continuance
of your self hate
at war with myself
in a battle
where no one
the victor
covered in
siht stained shame
a biblical bum
resign
to live life
shunned
at the bottom
of your shiny
brand
new
shoes