You Stank!

On my land...
I am squeezed!
On your land...
You walk around
Feeling the cool breeze.
You tell me I should share.
From a guilt you put there!
But you collect,
Without regret...
From my sweat.
And say I should pray,
And give thanks!
While I watch views of you...
Taking all I have,
And putting that into your bank!
You 'more' than stink!
You 'stank'!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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