MY POETRY

My poetry
is shit,
but my shit
is poetry.

FOOD

Poo
is the opposite of
food

QUESTIONS

If poo
is the bits of food
we do not need
then how
did so much of our food
live
when so much was made
of poo?

What do cows
poo
if what we eat
when we eat cows
[those of us who do]
still contains
things we
need to poo?

If we poo
the things a body does not need
does that mean
anyone who eats
only human meat
would never poo
anything
at all?

PULL BACK AND REVEAL

[NB: The final four words of this poem should be read as if italicised: it is intended as a narrative twist]

He tore a page
from Lyrical Ballads
and used it
to wipe his arse.

It was one of the poems the other guy wrote and he was William Wordsworth.

HAIK-PU

Faeces comes from bum
Slithers down damp porcelain
Belongs in water.

P.O. FLUSH

Poetry
and
poos
begin
the same
and sometimes
end the same too.
Wipe and flush.

TONE

Is it offensive to poetry
to be so fecal?

Is it offensive to poo
to write about it
in such
unimpressive verse?

HANDLE

I put my poopoo on the ceiling,
I put my poopoo on the floor,
I’d put my poopoo in the toilet,
But there’s poopoo on the door
Handle.

THERE WAS POO [BEAT]

There was poo
long before there was poems.

There was poo
long before there was love.

There was poo
long before there was dinosaurs.

There was poo
before the Bomb.

There was poo
when we put flowers in our pubes.

There was poo
when we were in the womb.

There was poo
when all we could think of was pounding Fuck.

There was poo
in every living thing.

There was poo
when naughty Judas kissed the holy Christ.

There was poo
in the oceans as soon as there was fish.

There was poo
in the arses of every child.

There was poo
from the moment there was life.

Poo is as much a part
of life
as death.

Poo is as much a part
of eating
as spit.

Poo is made by us
but has no use.
It is bitter-sour
But not for food.

Poo is dirty
Poo is bad
There was poo in your mother
There was poo in your dad.

We think of poo as something bad to smell
We think of its smell when we think of the Hell.

Poo flutters down from our dirty great arses,
It comes out of puppies and rabbits and horses.

There was poo
when I saw what I did to the toilet.

There was poo
on my mind when I unzipped my trousers.

Poo is eternal,
poo does not stop.
It is in my thoughts
And in my butt.

There was poo
when life was new.

There is poo
now it is old.

There will be poo
until there are only robots.

And even then
maybe
there will be robot poo
too.

Do androids do electric shits?

 

Scott Manley Hadley is not fine and blogs at TriumphoftheNow.com