Meditation on Shit

Every body does like look at they shit.
I don’t know why.
I figure we does be admiring it. 
Turn round and stare
watch it go down.
Put it on your resume.
Look what good work I do.
I got my shit together.

We does think our shit is best.
Only we can’t never smell it
we does be too close.

When I was young
used to call Mummy,
“come Mummy look come see,
I bumpee strong 
like lion!” 

Sooner or later you find out
no one into your shit but you.

That’s when you grow up.