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.
4 thoughts on “Dung Beetle”
You can create poetry from anything!
You mean from shit…lol
I really love poetry, Poetry helps me express my own feelings. I usually write my own poetry in a scratch paper and a small notebook. ;`.”.
Glad you liked the poem Gustavo….yes alot of my ideas start with a scatch pad or notebook as well…sometimes I will even write a memo note into my phone for story ideas or poems.l’m always thinking to much you might say….:)