expectations of grandeur

My doom is in thinking

That what should be right, shall be so.

I forget what kind of world I live in.

This a world of shit.

It is shit in the unflushed toilets

It’s on their mind

And so they treat others like shit,

As well it’s in their self-serving and self-destructive plans

It’s on their breath as they speak lies

When people say they are full of shit,

That’s the only truth they seem to speak.

It is also world of grass fields and forests

Sights that bring joy to the eye and soul

But then geese and dogs shit takes over,

And people don’t mind

And in winter, grass is out of sight

And all I can see is snow until dogs come out and leave their marks behind, again

Human waste in plain sight is not uncommon either

When I see all that, I think deep,

And it is a cold hard fact that

Expectations of normality are to be outlawed.

This is a world of air

You’d think air would be dominant of me to think of,

Green trees or winter time trees

Give oxygen freely

For us to exist

But gratitude is the last on my mind

For I see that we have mixed clean air with so much shit

In over a century that often it is as unhealthy

As the ever-present shit I mentioned above

In this world, shit prevails I know there is no escape from it

And as I make peace with that fact,

I remind myself there are no surprises –

Neither when shit hits the fan,

Nor when I so often see

People tend to shit where they sleep.

Expectations of positive change be damned!

That is how I keep walking,

Shoveling shit out of my way,

So others won’t step in it either.