Dirt is Evil
By zuzus petals
The heart of individualityConforming traditionallyCollecting eyes all blueLike mine, his, and yours.Brown is like a sinTo stare at each otherAnd ourselvesIn these blank walls,Like knocking on linoleumWith your nice soft fingersWhich have never touched dirtBecause the earth is evilFor the earth was bornNot grownForgotten by the seaTossed to the surface.Its children, so hypocritical,with blue eyes, like oceanNot brown like dirt,Dirt is evil.Uh this poem may sound hypocritical...its supposed to (hehe). And for the record I have green eyes not blue not brown...green. Written August 30th, 2001 © on Aug 29 2001 04:22 PM PST 0 • 10
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"The heart of individualityConforming traditionallyCollecting eyes all blueLike mine, his, and yours.Brown is like a sinTo stare at each otherAnd ourselvesIn these blank walls,Like knocking on linoleumWith your nice soft fingersWhich have never touched dirtBecause the earth is evilFor the earth was bornNot grownForgotten by the seaTossed to the surface.Its children, so hypocritical,with blue eyes, like oceanNot brown like dirt,Dirt is evil.Uh this poem may sound hypocritical...its supposed to (hehe). And for the record I have green eyes not blue not brown...green...."