entitled: Ahh, grasshopper, you have taken the stones from the palm of life and realised the golden truth!
There are many buckets out there,
We all think that it’s not fair!
That some are gilded in gold,
Whilst some are tin and cold.
Yet when it is brightly lit,
And closer you move to it,
A smell permeates the air,
Strong enough to singe your hair!
Gold or tin or paper too,
They are all filled with poo!