The Short Stik VII

(For my brother... sorry I have not written in this in a while)
(edit: this is for my brother because he asked me to write a poem including the words "shit," "poop," etc, because we are mature.)

Shitville

Welcome to Shitville,
Population steadily increasing,
In the billions now.
Traffic is constipated,
The lakes of diarrhea overflowing
with rancor, spilling into the mutilated lands
of greens and browns.

Air filled with the poisonous oxygen of people's wastes,
Noxiously suffocating the throats
of shitville, drowning them.
The people known as the nicest
in the land, for their caring
is covered in shit and filth,
but underneath is genuine bronze.

Weather is beautiful, then changes
within seconds to a smog-riddled
masterpiece of crap. The elders
sit outside on stools, protectors
of their neighbors and waste their days.
Agriculture is booming with the addition
of manure to the farmer's bag of shits
to use to cultivate their terrain.

Shitville is excreting the most corn
to people, yet unfortunately, hunger
runs ramped through the streets.
But for a vacation, there is no better place
to go, then Shitville.