Bullshit

 

Why can’t you say oil?

Why soil your stupidity

With long lame laments

About saving people,

Why can’t you say money?

Why funny up your idioticy

With sad sorry stories

About bombing for peace,

Why can’t you say power?

Why sour you loony legacy

With humble mutterings

About God, love and honour,

Why can’t we say bullshit?

Why fit into neat rows

While the egos in shoes

Piss in our ears.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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