A Dirty Poem

You call it filth, well I can happily thrive in it
Show me the dumpster, I’ll full out dive in it
You’ll watch and feel disgusted while I smile in it
I pick an old dirty shoe, walk a mile in it
You plug your nose from the stench, but I’m flyin in it
You think it looks dumb,  I see some style in it
There isn’t error just because some trials in it
Who wrote this poem? it stinks, smells like kyle in it

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