Ode on S***

Ode on Shit

While men wallow in their own shit,

bickering about who did it, bowels

of Eart' burn quick.

Dump and fly-tip,brothel and bedlam.

Stinking.

Refugees flee,

dignified in peril.

Some barbed, stay, sit it out.

Arbeit macht frei, money makes the world go 'round,

dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori.

Big lies!

Story told by fools and patriarchs. 

Full of sound and fury.

No rest for the victims.

Ahem, gas, Ahem.

The leering and sneering.

Train, rush the hour, blow winds, crack your cheeks!

Bowels of Eart' sont rouge et noir.