Bovine Skatology

He wouldn’t say shit if

His mouth was full of it and he

Reeked of all purdy and nice.

But fall down in front of him

Or brighten your light to dim

And brother, that fuck wouldn’t think twice.

He’d fall on you like winter

Until he got inter

Your warmest and coziest place.

And then ask him to leave,

He’d gain his reprieve

By inventing another disgrace.