Sometimes I feel like a Dung Beetle,
rolling shit around,
first up one hill then down the next,
then up another hill,
continuously rolling and pushing and prodding
it across the ground.
What is the purpose of this rolling, and tolling
this incessant cajoling
of this excrement that falls into a perfect form;
a sphere of shit?
Well I guess you could look at it this way
at the end of the day
I get to eat it.