Stepping in Shite

Nothing quite provides
possibilities for synesthesia
like stepping in shit.
Even the president, king for a day,
knows that feeling, sees the image,
the squish, slide and smell,
muttering, "Damn that dog,"
as he, trailing poo,
walks back from the Rose Garden
and hands his shoes to a Marine to clean.
Oh, it's no worse than holding
umbrellas for heads of state,
or having retirements reduced;
the poor Corps (no, not yet a corpse, sir,
but heading in that direction, thank you),
with their staggering, blood soaked brethren,
Army, Navy, Air Force, victors all,
bucking up, awaiting the next call,
while the president departs, strutting in socks,
"Hail to the Chief" bleating.


(01/01/2014)