You may think there is no poetry in
Cleaning out a shitter
But you are wrong
You are wrong
When you pull out a piece of metal
Covered in five people’s waste
And it splatters in your face
That is poetry
Cha cha cha
When you are pulling brown hair that was
Originally blonde
From the place where all your
Pretty waste was
Issa would probably think:
A fine moment for a
Haiku
And he is right:
In the shit season,
Dysentery cha cha cha
That’s the poetry.
When the drain finally clears
I will see the end of the pipe
As a man sees to heaven
And I will smile with
Understanding
Build an outhouse
The Buddhist says
THIS
Is the path to enlightenment
The people who fear the shit snake
Are the people who would never
Dirty their hands
With a
poem.