On the sidewalk of my life;
She was a worthless piece of shit
And to my trouble and my strife
I did blindly step in it.
Where we walk will have it’s toll
On our soul as on our sole.
That’s all that’s left to think or muse
As I sit down to clean my shoes.
When they’re cleaned
They’ll look brand new
The same is sadly
Not true of poo.
(We are defined by what we do)