In a World of Sh/t

Posted: March 23, 2014 in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
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I used to think
really hard about
who was fucking
the world.

My own romantic web
of political intrigue.

As I often did,
I thought too much.

All it is-is
people who have shit,
shitting on people
who don/t have shit.

We love shit.

We eat their shit every day.

Eat,
piss,
shit.

We toil our lives away
to become like those
with shit.

Then we discover
we ain/t shit.

We feel like shit.

We don/t mean shit.

We don/t give a shit.

We imagine shit,
just to deal with this shit.

But the shit
is about to hit
the fan.

I wouldn/t shit you.

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Comments
  1. Shit this is good…………ya shit always hits the fan sooner or later , bring it on 🙂

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