It’s a piece of turd
On the corner of Plein
It lounges there
having steamed once
When it was fresh.
Now, it’s a curly lump
With corn flecks
Just a’ chilling on the sidewalk.
Whose shit is this?
In the middle of town?
Who shat here and left?
What did they wipe their ass with?
Who will clean this shit?
What will they eat after?
How many piles of city shit will they clean in their lifetime?
Who will honor them with an award?
Who gets the award, ‘most shitty city turds evicted’?
Who gives the award?
Who sits on the crappy panel judging who deserves the accolade?
What is the criteria?
How do those who do not get the award feel?
I should have run after more shitty city turds and made my family proud?
What runs through the winners’ mind?
“I’d like to thank my mother, God, my teachers for never letting me forget
that all I’d ever be worth was a pile of shit?”
see the winner shitty shuffle off stage
shame the winner for taking home,
a fecal-fashioned piece of wood.