018p: poop poem

if i poop–
and poop i shall–
i hope i poop
in chaparral,
for poop on plains
is plainly shitty
and poop on streets
is for the city.
so thus i seek
a shrub or bush,
to hide the poop
dropped from my tush,
and bush or shrub
i hope and pray
hath leaf enough
to wipe away…the poop.