I’ve Known Bullshit

In
Every newspaper,
every nook,
I see bullshit,
wherever I look.
Prolific bullshit,
pro and con,
Man deceiving man,
like human pawns.

We
Bullshit our children
whenever we can
On the role of government,
and the journey of man;
We bullshit the people
regarding their lot,
While failing to address
the conservative plot.
And now I hear even Santa's a myth
So even my mother was touched by his kiss.

So,
My threshold for bullshit, extremely low,
I sense him wherever he hides;
While Langston Hughes has known his rivers,
I've known bullshit in every disguise.

I've
Known the bullshit lover of innocent women,
Who fades with a piece a ass,
I've known bullshit preachers who loved the Lord,
But not nearly as much as sweet cash;
I've known bullshit politicians,
who "Just want to help"
Right up til they get your vote,
Then after reciting their bullshit oath
can't wait to start cuttin' your throat.

Yes,
Bullshit's' a stalker, who seems to haunt me;
I see him wherever I go--
On the street, in the store,
In the eyes of my lover,
Though I try to deny that it's so.

I use to
Simply shut my eyes,
so I wouldn't have to see him no more,
But my ears betrayed me and--
Knock, Knock, Knock--
"It's bullshit, man. Open the door!"

So
I made a plan to stand like a man, and
Confront bullshit wherever he hides;
Like the terrorist he is, you must weed him out,
By confronting him where he resides.

I learned
That shit will be shit, because shit is shit's nature,
that's really not his fault;
It's the fault of society for embracing ignorance,
For the enemy of bullshit is thought.

Eric L. Wattree