The ugly river

We are born and thrown
Into a stream of filth
That cannot be stopped.
They say:
Swim along
The magic current,
It’ll be easier to navigate
All the shit and rocks,
You might even find yourself
Happy.
The truth is,
It’s all the same whether
You swim with or against,
‘Cause you’re still swimming in shit
And there is no shore.

I met two homeless drunkards
One was in a wheelchair
The other one was pissing in a bush.