I am shit

I am the dunghill that attracts a cloud of flies
The one that contains a wheelbarrow of maggots
The one that holds a horde of chitinous dung beetles
The one that only a sick warthog can drop

I am the gloss flotsam scum
The one that comes with raw effluent
The one that is part fecal and part poison
The one that kills all marine life it touches

I am that rancid pile of garbage in a dump
The one that smoulders and stinks
The one that even veteran scavengers avoid
The one whose odor is pure poison

I am that yellow public urinal stain
The one that gives the place the stink
The one that makes you want to puke
The one that old drunk sick hobo peed

I am the soiled diaper on a man with loose bowels
I am the thick mucus on the nose of a dirty child
I am the green pus on a gangrenous wound
I am the fetid dead skin between the toes of smelly feet

I am pure shit