You’re Full Of It Poem by Stanley Cooper

I don’t understand the expression
Usually said with much aggression
“You’re full of it”
When they say it with such thunder
“Full of what”, is what I wonder
I doubt they mean my wit?

It would seem less horrific
If for me they’d be specific
Example, “You’re full of beans”
But no, when kept guessing
What I’m “full of” is distressing
And has me so demeaned

It isn’t very thoughtful
To leave me so distraught-ful
With their “full of it” confrontations
If understood I could acclimate
By attempting to ameliorate
To remove their allegations

But, alas, they aren’t helpful
As for me, I think they’re dreadful
With their “your full of it” rap
I’ll exhibit all my shrewdness
By ignoring all their rudeness
After all, they’re just “full of crap”