Long Shits Poems
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The Dye Area
I'm really glad that ewe dropped buy
Eyed love two come out and sea ya.
But Eye really hadn't oughta
cause eye got the diarrhea.
It makes four long and dreadful daze
and even longer knights.
I'm terribly concerned eye ruined
awl my Christmas linen whites.
I've opened every window
butt the odor's getting stronger.
I'm half the man as yesterday
Eye can't take the shits much longer.
From racing down the hallway
Eye got noughts upon my head.
The lights whir off eye couldn't sea
and eye think the dog is dead.
Excuse me wile eye double flush
I'm sew week eye can barely sea.
Should eye bee gone tomorrow
St John has come four me.
Tell those I've wronged I'm sari
give my penance two the pour.
I'm afraid I'll halve two sit write hear
until eye can't go know more.
I thought myself a strong man
but sew clearly now eye sea.
Never was a man on earth
as full of it as me.
Edwin C Hofert
I dripped between the cracks
Of my own convoluted mind
fearful and excited at the same time
Wandering in the small large spaces
Wondering what I might find
Searching for sharp barbed tiny bits
Those unreconciled "it's"
All the things I thought were the pits
The words that made me feel like the shits
You may try and see
the me
the he
the one who wants to be
More filled
Less empty
Fully engaged and free
More noteworthy
A symphony
Less occupied
More open and kind
Instead my thinking and blinking never quits
Why do I spend so much time doing this
While others seem so contented in their bliss
I sit in a black ink colored shadows
instead of enjoying my lover's kiss
Looking for the unknown underlined
Intertwined with the unkind
The visions of one metaphorically blind
caught behind
The veil of my mind
The answers
The Consciousness I was seeking
Words I am unable to keep speaking
Yet now I've begun being
Now I'm truly seeing
It's within God that I'm breathing
No longer seething
My heart is calmed
He slows down it's beating
Light within my tiny big spaces
No more sadness
He removes all traces
I now see forever
My mind no longer races
I travel in peace to inner places....
Dam you bastards with water; I think you all are coots
While I watch the weather everyday and plead for rain filled fronts
I’m not some greedy bastard, which wants to grow more grass
I need my stock to have a drink, and save their thirsty ****
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some greenie, with an axe to grind
In many areas our futures, are unbelievably intertwined
But for god sake, sit back and think, just how lucky that you are
Because all that water that you waste, well some comes from my jar.
I can’t but help, smile a wry grin, when the irrigation stops
As the whinging starts, about the loss in cash, as profit production drops
Your stock still have water, to pour straight down their throats
Water troughs filled to the brim, not erectile dysfunction floats
I see your places from the hill, circles of dark green crops and grass
Metal robots, pissing water, creatures born of greed; I have to sigh alas
There’s more to farming than factory farms and copious quantities of water
Deciding on paper, which animals must go, on the truck to slaughter.
So please forgive me when I wish on you, pestilence and misery
May your cereals wilt, stock get the shits, and your profits become history
I’m not some greedy bastard, of extra dry matter I have no need
If my stock just had clean water to drink, from my anxiety I’d be freed