Talking Shit

Talking through their asses
Rather than mouths

Or through their mouths
What ought to come out of their asses

More accurate
Is it not

When someone talks shit
They’re doing through their mouths
What ought to be done through their asses

Talking shit —
That’s exactly correct, is it not
A precise description

Yet that’s not something people in suits
Robes and ties say
Common people say such things
It shows you’re crude
You lack command of language

You don’t say things like
Talking shit
In public
In schools, in colleges
To the teacher who tells you

That sun rises in the east
You can’t ask him what century he lives in

You can’t tell your doctor
That he’s talking shit
When he tells you
That you have depression
Or schizophrenia
Or bipolar, or a personality disorder
Or any label dispensed to you

You can’t go and ask all those
Sloppy assholes — question-setters —
Left, right, and centre
Throughout your confinement
In educational institutions —
That

All the questions that you have
To mark as true or false
Are neither true nor false
But correct
Or incorrect

That
Your feelings aren’t true
They are real
What you feel isn’t right or wrong
What you think isn’t true
What you experience
Isn't correct, right, wrong or true

Your father and mother aren't
Truly your father and mother
Either
But don’t go there yet

They are your biological parents

And no one — no one ever
Has
Cancer — or one of the thousand
Diagnoses they’re given

And did no one teach you
That having a penis
Doesn’t make you a man
It assigns you a sex called male
You don’t become a man
Or a boy by having a penis

And did no one tell you
That right now
You are as much living as
You are dying
As much as someone
On their death bed

You can’t slap someone
When they are talking shit
Instead

You just ingest it
Get infected and covered in their shit
And then
Slowly, slowly
You lose all your sense

Of distinguishing
Shit from not-shit

Covered in shit and your mind and brain
Infested with shit
You go on
And infect another generation
Of innocent
Young children

Do unto them
What was done
Unto you

What is the cost
Of ignorance —
A herd of sheep

Humans turned into herds of cattle
Alive and awake children
And adults turned —
Into stumbling, stuttering
Zombies —
Going through life
Half asleep

Everyone speaking and talking
But talking shit