ROT

The air is contaminated by feces...

They are thoughts that stink

And the minds don’t know to think

About the food that fortify the soul.

It’s a terrible stench in the space…

Ideas become worms of the words

And their meanings seem the cords

Of the toilet flush… All is fake!

There are bad substances in the feelings,

The bodies produce dung, they are bullying

That mess pure and vital intelligences…

The world is full of dangerous bacteria,

The persons often have hard dysenteries

And the smiles die in their essences!

BY Ivan de Oliveira Melo