40000 cartloads of horse manure

i printed off all of my poems i distributed them at the traffic lights no one opened their car windows except one poem i stuffed in a dog's face a child laughed at me from his back seat i laughed back i stuffed the poems in drains in supermarket trollies i donated them at the charity shop i hammered this poem into a lamppost it blew away into the ether i went home to pass a kidney stone all the eggs in this box are double yoked signifying nothing