Poetry And Sh! T Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

This is the sh! t I wake up with,
man and it's the sh! t I go to sleep with.
I cannot believe you made me call it 'sh! t'
But it is because it's the waste product of my subconscious
thought; It stinks of imagery and imagination,
It is moist with the free flow of untold thinking,
It's like a breath witheld in my inner self,
And it's the fertilizer of my personal growth.
Its raw and undigested though heavily fermented
In the gut of my soul. It is filled with bacterial interpretations-
Some of them good. the paperless stress and mental constipation
Oh how I need to releave myself!