SHIT

 Boy meets Woman who already has it going on
House, Job and Money in the Bank
His eyes pop out his head looking at the money she makes
Shoulda said keep it moving little boy...but that clock was ticking in her head
All his SHIT was in the past crackhead jailbird baby daddy
His SHIT was all their shit making one huge pile of trash
stinking to the highest of the heavens
Her first mind said walk away... no RUN FAST but that  clock kept ticking away
She covered her eyes against the warning the red light flashing telling her to stop
She found the dress, paid the preacher, bought his suit and said "I do"

The first night she cried
The next night a part of her soul died
but she went on through the
SHIT piled on top of her now
His SHIT became her shit
her shit was small compared to his
his kids, his drug problem, his criminal mind...
all she had was  fear of that damn ticking clock...
then the sound of small feet filled her home
the softness of a small hand against her face and the clock
simply stopped
replaced by the whispers of affair, her nose filled with the stench of his SHIT
 SHIT he wiped on her oriental rug in the foyer
he smeared it on her silk comforter
he threw it on the windows of the truck she bought him
alas when he tried to leave it in the nursery she exploded with rage
OUT went him and his SHIT...
She now knew she could never turn a boy into a man!