Nothing Gold Can Stay (but shit sticks around forever)…sorry Pony Boy

By Seamus O'Sparks on May 12, 2017 — 1 min read

Nature’s first foul is waste
Her hardest tang to taste
Her daily dump’s released
But never to be ceased
Then rank compounds to rank
So Eden sank in stank
So toil supplants play
Shit never goes away

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The Story of Seamus

Seamus O'Sparks is the seventh son of a Seventh Day Adventist who went on a seven-day bender starting on July 7, 1977 at a strip club called Seventh Heaven at the corner of 7th St. and 7th Ave. in the West Village.