Shit Poem

sex is held in check by all that other shit we do
it's what the other shit is for there's shit for me and shit for you
and love is in the air a slogan on a hot balloon
but all that other shit gets in the way like moon and spoon and June
and animals are happy till we find a need to kill them
people are quite friendly till you find you need to bill them

sex is not a mystery unless you don't explore it
the other shit's alright if you can manage to ignore it
love is when the people all forget they should be lonely
all that other shit is just for illustration only
and animals are happy when they're fucking and they're eating
people are ok until you get them in a meeting

rhyming sexuality distorting the reality of everyday mundanity in vanity of vanity
our loving meritocracy is riddled with hypocrisy when what you hear and what you see has little correspondency
and ponderous, lugubrious, melodious, salubrious, particularly various, this life is just hilarious
i only wish that all the other shit would go away
and leave us be to eat and fuck all night and every day

shitpoet