You are everywhere,
We produce tons of you
Both physically and literally.
You exist by the bucketful
A much maligned part of life
We are all responsible there’s no shirking that.
Sometimes my words reflect you clearly
You are easily spotted,
A brown stain you leave in your wake.
There are days when I feel crap,
And it’s unfair to relate
When it’s my fault, not yours.
It’s not your responsibility that society
Has labelled you in such a derogative way
When you are only what nature intended.
I imagine you’ve an inferiority complex
The result of generations of bad press
After all who ever heard of good crap?
As you are a necessary bodily function
I am sympathetic, I want to reach out
Comfort you, show you I care.
Of course as you and I both know
Others have their own perceptions of you
After all my crap doesn’t stink!!