A girl once said to me that the word shit doesn’t belong in a poem.
“There’s nothing poetic about it,
It’s crass,
It’s ugly,
It’s worthless,
It’s unbearable,
It’s not art, it’s just, it’s just,
It’s just awful. It’s terrible.”

And she was right,
Why the fuck would someone need to use that

Word

Ever in their entire goddamn lifetime?
Only pricks and bitches use it,
And they abuse it,
So why should the
Cultured,
A poet, of all people,
Dare to stoop to their level?

Why should a crass, ugly, worthless, unbearable, goddamn poet,
Need to use such a crass, ugly, worthless, unbearable, goddamn word?

(Hell if I know, little girl,
But keep up the good work of tearing the life out of verse,
And sewing shut Erato’s curved mouth with salted twine.)