Wednesday, January 27, 2016

the smelling pot


The smelling pot
It is quickly close it tight
It is afraid it will pollute the air
By doing so it is believe

But the smell blowing by the wind
It stinks into the homes and minds
There is no stopping it now
It takes too long to close the lid

People begin to complain
How it is unfair to get stuck in
There is no explanation
Everyone makes his 2 cents worth

The smelling pot
Stuck on the stove
The dry liquid on it
It tells a story

Once it was boiling gold
It made everyone happy
Now it is the smelling pot
It makes us cry in sorrow


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