poem of the day 05.18.09

bullshit

from the top
to the bottom
of the human
trash heap
the people talk bullshit
but it’s all right
because people love
bullshit
they eat it up
like a fine meal
they drink it down
like an elegant wine
they get stuffed on it
they get drunk on it
they elect it to years
in high office
or pay it millions of dollars
to entertain
people fill up on so much
bullshit
that they must vomit it out
of their souls
like a wretched yellow
purge
and into our ears
where it sits in our brains
like a soft milky turd
waiting on the first fly
of spring
to come by
and rest its translucent
wings