Bullshit Radar Poem by Francie Lynch

Bullshit. Pure and simple. Bullshit.
Be like a vampire
Refine your tracking trait,
Saving time and disappointment.
Recognize it when you hear it,
See it, read it.
I've had to eat beside it.
It rarely smells until identified,
And then you see the bullshit patties everywhere,
Inside and outside the paddock.
Speak out when encountered:
Bullshit, plain and simple.
Point in its direction,
Be a searchlight.
The room goes silent
Like a stop-action clip,
Frozen for the stink to seep.
Bullshitters bullshit their way
Out of bullshitting. They're skilled,
But shallow.
One needs to go home and wash,
Do the laundry. Clean the kitchen.
Honestly!