Let’s talk shit.

There’s so much of it—
All various types
That come in all shapes
And sizes, styles and fits.

How many shits?
Well, allow me to expand—

There’s bullshit to remand
Those who truth-bend unrightly;
A gobshite if you hail
From the fair land of Blighty.

A nonsensical tale
Can be deservedly met
With “horseshit!”
And if you believe
In every last word of it,
It can receive a naive “holy shit!”

Oh, but we’ve still yet
To cover the many other kinds of shit.

There’s mad in two meanings—
Both the apeshit explosions
From furious feelings
And batshit emotions
Where the floors and the ceilings,
They cackle and buckle,
They crumble and fall—
And try not to think ill
About the smears on the wall.
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