Shunned

never in my life

have I've heard
anything good
escape your mouth
in regards to me

I am a sh*t stained smear

at the bottom of your loafers
bird sh*t 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
sh*t stained shame
a biblical bum
resign
to live life
shunned
at the bottom
of your shiny
brand
new
shoes