Disgust

I was well towards the end
Of middle-age before I
Realized I loved saying
Disgusting things but didn't
Really myself much enjoy hearing
Them. They
Go to the heart of life,
I realize (I think
Everyone recognizes this),
Since almost everyone
Can agree: Life, so
Generally disgusting.
But no one really
Wants to hear
That much about
The disgusting (except,
Perhaps, those who have frozen
Significant portions
Of their senses of humor
In the fifth grade, as I have).
Those of us who love
Verbally bringing up
The disgusting
Incessantly
Are usually prevented
From ever holding
Truly executive positions
In any organized
Situation, but there are,
Looking around I've noticed,
Plenty of us
Placed somewhere
In middle-management.
We are the ones
Managing things
'On the ground,'
As they say, the ground
Which is also where,
I can't help but bring it
Up, most beasts of the field
Leave
Their ghastly deposits.

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