SHIT

For he who wishes to read shit,
I do my best here to write it,
Dog shit, cat shit any shit at all,
There's lots of shit I can recall.
Bullshit is the most common kind;
Lots of that here you'll find.
It dribbles from the lip like wine,
Though a little thicker if it's mine.
There are shit stains on our walls and floor,
Because it rolls in freely from the door,
In fact that's where most of it is found,
Stacked up to service another round,
For stupid, bluddy folk who read,
The shit that forms the writer's creed.