Shite they say is such a dirty word

It conjures up all sorts of images

Brown, sticky and smelly vestiges

But can you polish a turd

 

I think you can, it is not absurd

To think you can make something better

To think you can improve the design

To think you can create something new

From something which reminds you of poo

 

It took a long while for me to decide

Which way I was going, what direction

I took my old thoughts and sieved them through time

And selected a few at discretion

I wretched on the smell of vile corrosion

The vapours reduced me to tears  

                                          

I picked out the sweet corn, disregarded the nuts

I slaved over carrots and seeds                                 

I wrestled the floaters, forgave the gloaters

They care not the error of their deeds  

 

I took what was left and flushed out the rest

Though those acrid smells still do linger

Like when wiping your arse and slipping through paper

The turmoil remains on your finger

 

Sometimes those nuts still scrape my anus

And I get so restless and angered

But I must move on and make mine shine on

Their meaning in life is unanchored

 

I suppose in a way I do have to say

I have learned a lot from those ejections

Because without them I would not know

 I must not follow their direction.

 

You see it’s not absurd you can polish a turd

Well at least you can if you try

That’s what I did and now I don’t cry

Like the man in the morning who feels the menace

Of a curry that he ate last night