Shitty  

Three dogs, twice a day, six shits a day, 42 shits a week.
Diarrhea trouble shit. Soft, warm summer shit. Hard and cold January shit.
Cow shit on the farm. Dog shit in the city.
Same shit, different pile.

Give shit. Take shit. Shovel shit. We’re in a lot of shit.
This is hard shit.
Tough shit.

Shoot the shit, but don’t know shit. My shit. Your shit. Flinging shit.
Buried shit. Fuck this shit. Tons of shit.
This is horseshit.

Fucking shit. Scat.
Shit disturber, sodomy. Stinky dink, HIV.
Up to my elbows in shit.
Suck dick, eat shit and die. He was a good shit.
They were all good shits.

Shit for brains apathetic chicken shits. Fucking ignorant little shits.
Won’t take any shit. Shitty, don’t give a shit lives.
Shit heads.

Full of shit fundamentalist shit.
Scary shit.
The Pope shits. His shit doesn’t stink.
Holy shit – Jesus shit. Did it run down his leg on that shitty cross?
Deep shit.

Bull shit? I’m not shittin’ ya. Does a bear shit in the woods?
Take a shit – big fucking shit.
Hurts like shit.

Looks like shit, smells like shit, maybe it’s shit.
We all shit, but won’t give a shit.
Just like dogs, we all turn around to take a look. Proud as shit.
Guinness Book of World Records shit?
Or scared shitless? The “Oh no I’m dying”, forgot I ate beets shit.
Who gives a shit about you?

Our shit has more nutrition than third world kids eat in a week.
My dogs eat their food twice. What the shit? We’re all full of shit.
So give a shit.

Take a nice long shit. Take a good look. What kind of shit do you leave behind?
Even dogs know you don’t shit where you sleep.
Same shit, different day. I’m tired of all the shit.
It’s all shit. Simple shit.
No shit.

This is my shit.

 

 

Inspired by Mike Appleby’s ‘Vitriol’ – good shit.

© 2006 Murray Walford