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You can be shit faced,
Shit out of luck,
Or have shit for brains.
With a little effort, you can get
your shit together,
Find a place for your shit
Or decide to shit or get off the pot.
You can smoke shit,
Buy shit, sell shit,
Lose shit, find shit,
And tell others to eat shit and die.
Some people know their shit,
While others can't tell the
difference between shit and cineole.
There are lucky shits,
and sweet shits.
There is bull shit,
And chicken shit.
You can throw shit,
Shoot the shit,
Or duck when shit hits the fan.
You can give a shit
Or serve shit on a shingle.
You can find yourself in deep shit
Or be happier than a pig in shit.
Some days are colder than shit,
Some days are hotter than shit,
And some days are just plain shitty.
Some music sounds like shit,
Things can look like shit,
And there are times when you feel
You can have too much shit,
Not enough shit,
The right shit,
The wrong shit,
Or a lot of weird shit.
You can carry shit,
Have a mountain of shit,
Or find yourself up shit creek
without a paddle.
Sometimes everything you touch
turns to shit,
And other times you fall in a
bucket of shit
and come out smelling like a rose.
When you stop to consider all the facts,
It's the basic building block of creation.
And remember, once you know your shit,
You don't need to know anything.