I was given a suit to safely maneuver
Thru this strange land of manure
They labeled my gift ‘pure’ and made sure
It properly repelled
“now chart these wastelands, son”
“u may have to travel them again”
but I didn’t remember
so I ignored it all until…

My sense of smell betrayed me

I could practically smell all the shit I was missing

Someone get me out of this suit!!!!!!!

None answered, so I searched for signs…

U must be this tall- - - -
Not for a ride of simple amusement,
Just to see past the high heap of bullshit
That awaits to soil bare foot fools,
Wandering tarot card village idiots
With small baggage strung on a simple stick
They seem to think its fertilizer….

and in turn grow