Dirty

By Cliff Lake


Dirty

 

Dirty thought

It clogs my head.

Much more grimy

Than what you’ve read.

Out in public

The soiled pants.

Of the public,

The spoiled chance.

Dirty stories

That fill the air,

I’m more stained than that,

And you should care.

Dirty, dirty,

My motives murky,

I see you all

At my mercy.

 

Dirty above and dirty below –

I’ll do ya dirty

Wherever I go.

There’s no use in being coy:

Every move

The dirty ploy –

Call me the unreal McCoy,

I am a dirty boy.

 

Dirty games from

Dirty play,

I’ll get dirt on you,

And want disarray.

Dirty deed

In the back room.

I’m more filthy

Than you assume.

Dirty all night,

Dirty all day,

Treat this land

Like my ashtray.

Wallow, wallow,

Dirty ones follow.

Just how much

Will they swallow?

 

Dirty above and dirty below –

I’ll do ya dirty

Wherever I go.

There’s no use in being coy:

Every move

The dirty ploy –

Does my manner annoy?

I am a dirty boy.

 

Sloppy, stained,

Ill-kept and rude,

Every glance,

Sullied and lewd.

Fouled, scowled,

Every word

A mere complaint

Weakly growled.

I am just

A dirty man.

You will adjust

To my dirty plan.

Greasy, defiled,

I have been

So, so dirty

All this while.

 

Dirty above and dirty below –

I’ll do ya dirty

Wherever I go.

There’s no use in being coy:

Every move

The dirty ploy –

Every trick I will employ,

I am a dirty boy.

 

Cliff Lake 8/19/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025 


Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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