Porcelain Pooetry Narrated · Shared

A Highway Exit Too Far

First comes the smell, and then the sound and, finally, there comes the touch.

The sight’s the last sense that you’ll ever use for a foul action as such.

Bypassing taste for obvious reasons, and you clearly have no sixth sense.

For else why would you be squatting roadside with a rest area four miles thence?

A Porcelain Pooetry narrator

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