S**t Always Rises To The Top

 the drawl of the drain

lays stake to the claim

that s**t always rises to the top

 

the whiff of wisdom

is a mistaken chasm

in the back of the dusty old shop

 

you talk and they listen

and with perfect precision

you sip from the paper coffee cup

 

I'm not twisted nor bitter

your teeth grind down like cat litter

your opinion fails to hold up

 

the scrutiny you witness

is a shot from the distance

it whisks just over your head

 

you mumble that time does not linger

so it's time to lift a finger

and get out the mind set of dead

Reviews

[R J Askew]

'and with perfect precision
you sip from the paper coffee cup'

like that image, very much, can see it ... I do not understand the context but I like the image ... it sounds like a moment of quiet despair in the face of some brutal nonsense from a big mouth for whom life is one-dimensionally simple. Was it an encounter with an opinionated older person?

Aside, I though in a fit of bizarre logic, how do I become a s**t? I have often thought that being one is an absolutely key tool in the box marked SUCCESS.

[Barbara Walker]

Oh I love this! Say it like it is, Dan! Barbara

[Gabriella]

This is really meaningful. I love the images you use, they show how s****y the world can be, and you have a really unique rhyme scheme. Sometimes the s**t does rise to the top... sigh.