Bullshit Logic, Bite Me!, Lame Bullshit, Resistence is Futile

Bullshit Logic, Bite Me!, Lame Bullshit, Resistence is Futile

A Poem by wuliheron

My family traditions.


Bullshit Logic

Bullshit logic is just so damned easy,

Even bullshit artists refuse to believe,

Just rejecting their bullshit, is bullshit!

The only logic bullshit artists recognize,

Built entirely of blue smoke and mirrors!

Hides everything under huge piles of s**t,

Wherever the sun, can never hope to shine,

Safeguarded deep between their a*s cheeks;

Ensuring it never vanishes in the light of day!

Bite Me!

There's way too much bullshit, flying around,

Which everyone else might surely agree upon,

Who refuses to put up with anyone else's crap,

As they wouldn't hesitate to do with their own;

Still the only way they can ever accept their crap,

Is by first accepting all any need ever do is to relax!

Trust me the harder anyone holds onto the worst crap,

The sooner it all comes back, to bite you hard in the a*s!

Lame Bullshit!

Bullshit artists, diligently cultivate the finer arts,

Seeking crap enlightenment in their own bullshit;

Frequently insisting, on all passionately testifying,

Most any other bullshit, is always so f*****g lame!

Common ordinary bullshit is never any comparison,

Because all other bullshit is always a complete fraud!

Shadows mocking the silent echoes of mere reflections!

Grossly distorted, nightmarish house of horror fantasies!

Of unparalleled singularly sublime splendor and majesty!

Never to be imitated personification, of divine perfection!

In blindingly crystal clear, bedazzling celestial brilliance!

Greedily we shovel our personal bullshit down throats!

Contemptuous, of one another's much lamer bullshit!

Resistance is Futile

Cockroaches like Groucho just love to complain,
Endlessly mocking one another's crap,
Ranting and raving it's the worst smelling anywhere!
The same hopeless complaints people never listen to,
Complaining everybody has enough of their own,
Adamant no sane cockroach could ever resist,
Mocking each other's worthless mockery!
Resistance is futile, all roaches agree,
When the silent void mocks itself.
Straight man's quiet mockery.

© 2019 wuliheron

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Added on December 7, 2018
Last Updated on September 17, 2019



I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..