Life is Poopy, Life is Dookie

Life is poopy, Life is dookie

Life is poopy, life is dookie.

Sometimes it's cranky, dirty, silly or murky.

It is a great swamp;

Full of vines and poop dumps;

And may be riddled with obstacles and muddy bumps;

But maybe above all!-

Life is great, life is never dull!!

Yesterday was crappy;

Today may be soggy;

But tomorrow may be funky;

As exciting as a drunk donkey.

It may be like a grandma;

At times, it truly is quite cranky.

Riddled with the monkiest of monkeys;

And clogged with unnoticeable dookie.

The poop is never equal.

The dookie always differs.

For life is not a jogger;

Who patiently hands out flyers.

It forcefully shoves in you a stack of paper;

Talentlessly unequal nor hefty in glamour.

Life is ugly; ragged; and sloppy-

Like an in-grown foot tumor.

It is not meant to be hopeful.

No, it never was.

The naive are foolish to assume that it is merciful;

For it is quite crass.

Unpredictable, rusty, yet powerful it is-

Like a nuisance of a monkey-

Meddling with your things;

And acting all sulky.

What do you do with the poop then?

Not an aid to lend;

Nor a magic spell that could mend;

Not even a dwarf army you could send-!

You may influence the turd;

Avoid getting hit by the big ones.

But protection is never sure,

And you may end up as the poop, yourself.

Poopy this, poopy that.

Poppy where? Poppy, why not?

May we only look at the poop, the turd, and the rats-

We could never enjoy the poppies, the heavenly lot.

Because, in life, poop is inevitable.

The turdiest of turds are never that stable.

They add spice to your life; subtle as freckles-

For when one witnesses just the poopy dots; they live their life bound in shackles.

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