The septic stopped working, of it's own accord
it may have felt neglected, or maybe just, ignored
Seeping and spilling sewage, from toilet, and in yard
cleanup a horrid mess and chore, and **** it's very hard
The scent reminds me of death, heated on the stove
wafting in and out of the house, killing birds, in droves
I'll not prophesize to know a septic mind
but *** it cost a lot, to have it, realigned
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
The septic stopped working, of it's own accord
it may have felt neglected, or maybe just, ignored
Seeping and spilling sewage, from toilet, and in yard
cleanup a horrid mess and chore, and **** it's very hard
The scent reminds me of death, heated on the stove
wafting in and out of the house, killing birds, in droves
I'll not prophesize to know a septic mind
but *** it cost a lot, to have it, realigned
A friend of mine is headed to a replacement of their septic system, and **** it's expensive! D:
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