What Shitwork Is
For a summer resort as a teen
my job was cleaning latrines,
three months at minimum wage.
Nobody said, “Good job, well done.”
But it was.
I’ve repaired septic tanks from within.
Mucked in mud laying pipe.
Scraped asbestos. Hot-mopped a roof.
Shoveled bat guano.
Nobody gave me a medal.
Just cash.
Be humble. Do your share.
Society will be better. Civilization more civil,
you a stronger you, it’s really true,
more worthy than those fat cats in their mansions
who I dare not mention by name
or they’d send legal thugs
to bury me in lawyer manure.
Forget latrines. Think billionaires.
They bought the networks. Bought Congress.
Bought the Supreme Court and filled it with muck.
Learn about salvage, about repair.
Learn to fix rot at the foundation,
then work toward the top.
Town council. Statehouse. Governor.
Step by step go higher.
Then ask what shitwork is.
And let’s get busy.
…..
First published in Rat’s Ass Review: Such an Ugly Time
Nominated Best of the Net
Image by Jean Francois Millet
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