Expansive field I traverse
Populous with preaching dogs
Each one with proffered curse

One will tell me, tighten up!
This life is race most grand
Find, you must, a solid course
Lest ship go long unmanned

Another says, girl, lighten up!
Tax bracket’s got you suckered
Hard to stroll through gardened life
With asshole always puckered

Alas, I sway to each one’s bid
A tumbling tug-o-war
Expectations steer my steps
Trippy, vacillating horror!

But then my shoe…plunged into poo!
Foul odor did emit,
Now this field’s truth revealed:
Opinion’s worth its weight in shit.