Beneath the Spin * Eric L. Wattree

In
Every newspaper, every nook,
I see blatant bullshit wherever I look.
Prolific bullshit, 
pro and con,
Man deceiving man, 
like human pawns.
.
We
Bullshit our children 
whenever we can
On the role of government, 
and the sojourn of man;
We bullshit the people 
regarding their lot,
While failing to address 
the conservative plot.
And now I hear even Santa's a myth,
So even my mother got caught up in this.
. 
So,
My threshold for Bullshit is extremely low,
I sense him wherever he hides;
While Langston Hughes has known his rivers,
I've known Bullshit in every disguise:
. 
I've 
Known bullshit lovers of innocent women,
Who fades with a piece a ass,
I've known bullshit preachers who loved the Lord,
But not nearly as much as your cash;
I've known bullshit politicians, 
who "Just want to help" 
Right up til they get your vote,
Then after reciting their bullshit oath
can't wait to start cuttin' your throat.
.
Yes,
Bullshit's' a stalker who seems to haunt me;
I see him wherever I go--
On the street, in the store,
In the eyes of my lover,

Though I try to deny that it's so.

.
I used to 
Simply shut my eyes, 
so I wouldn't see him no more,
But my ears betrayed me and--
Knock, Knock, Knock--
"It's Bullshit. Open the door!"
.
So
I came up with a plan to take a stand, and 
Confront Bullshit wherever he hides;
Like the terrorist he is, you must weed him out,
By confronting him where he resides.
.
I learned
That shit will be shit because shit is shit's nature,
So it's really not Bullshit's fault;
It's the fault of the people for embracing ignorance,
For the enemy of Bullshit is thought.

Eric L. Wattree

Http://wattree.blogspot.com