“What passes for Writing, is all too often mere generalization of Shit packaged-up for Shit-Birds. The so called Shit-Birds, really "shitorizers" choose bits of Shit from others' Shit, to bolster their shitty-little Argument which shovels the Shit into their own Shit “Shits in the Mouth”, Shiiiiit.
This is as good as all *this Shit (it) gets.
Shit, Shit that might shit all over my motherfucking Parade is deemed worthy or unworthy by the Shit-Birds shitting all-up in *this Shit is irrelevant shit “in us” shits to “not us” shits “in my Frame”, Shiiiiit.
The cover-up of Shit shits-in the frame-up consists of the shitorizers’ ingenuous remarks regarding the shocking lack of their Shit & therefore a further shitty-discourse on the framed Shit of the exclusivities of their shit-discovery, which surely, is a big fucking pile of Shit.
Oh, I don’t consider any of *this Shit, Shit—[!] But lookie here: I am summoning all *this Shit up again, like some shittily attentive Ghost, or a Dark Shit-Figure, standing in the Doorway covered in its own Shit.
This is known as all *this Shit gives me a fucking Headache. There is no fucking cure.”
-Billy Collins, June 2011
