I love dirt

Dirt dirt dirt, I love dirt.

You grow plants from dirt and toss it into the eyeballs of your foes.

Dirt is very powerful in a very convenient shape.

Dirt erodes integrity while they sustain integrity at the same time.

Your day is ruined when dirt touches your clothes.

Everyone's day is made when a plant sprouts from dirt.

I don't like the sterile, lily-white look of a dress.

But when dirt is added onto it, purposefully or not, I appreciate it.

When I used to be controlled by my human-esque mind I was scared of dirt, I always wanted to be clean and presentable.

Nowadays I love the look of a dirty wedding dress.

The gradient of off-white to a dirt muck

Pure and flowy to the texture of drying cement.

This is a shitty poem.

But at the end of the day, it's night, and I love dirt.