Poopy Thoughts

I'm really tired of poop.
My kids name everything "poop".
Their stuffed animals, drawings, food, and anything else that can be named, will be named "poop".
We talk about poop at the end of the day, "How was baby's poop?"
During bedtime stories, "Do the three bears poop?"
"What about Pinnochio? How do puppets poop?"
Then we have the book, "Everyone Poops". A favorite of course.
Usually the toilet overflows because somewhere on it's journey to the sewer, there is a poop, stuck.
There is constant vacuuming and sweeping of various pets' poops.
The next door neighbor's dog loves to leave us a fresh poop.
The owl family not only throws up bones, but also poops from high above onto our cars below.
When I go to Las Vegas and look at the huge five thousand person hotels I think, "Where does all that poop go?"
They must have a secret poop river that runs out of the city and into some remote FLDS farming community.
Or do they store the poop and recycle it into electricity for all of those strobe lights?

What I really don't like is when someone tries to convince you to like something that is not likeable.
Or accept something that is unacceptable. Or talk you into something that is really awful.
No matter how they try to dress it up and make it smell good,
it's still poop.

The End