[the truth]

101% of the poetry we were forcefed at schools was bulls*it...so in tribute Ive combined the only decent poem ever written with bull****....enjoy



IF - kipling was pis*ed


IF you can keep talking bull**** when all about you
Are losing the plot and throwing bulls*it at you,
If you can trust yourself to bull**** as all men bulls*it you,
But make allowance for their bull**** too;
If you can bulls*it and not be tired by bulls*iting,
Or being bulls*itted about, don't deal in bulls*it ,
Or being bulls*itted, don't give way to bulls*iting,
And yet don't look too good a bullsh*tter, nor talk too much bullsh*t too

If you can bulls*it - and not make bulls*it your master;
If you can bulls*it - and not make bulls*it your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and bulls*it
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the bulls*it you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for bulls*itters,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, turn to bull****,
And stoop and scoop them up with a poopascoop

If you can make one heap of all your bulls*it
And risk it all and not give a toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never talk bulls*it about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve bulls*it long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'bulls*it on!'

If you can talk with crowds and talk your bulls*it ,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common bulls*it ,
If neither foes nor loving friends can bulls*it you,
If all men bullsh*t with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of bulls*it run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a bulls*itter, my son!