You Don’t Know Shit

You Don’t Know Shit

You don't know shit,
Neither do I.
Garbage in, garbage out.
Bias in, bias out.

Every day, around sunset, a family of deer
Walk through my back yard.
Every night, the dark, allows me
To see the starlight.
I can’t see the stars in the deer 
Though, I know, that’s where they came.
I can’t see if any deer are eating 
Grass in the night sky.

One night, on a golf course, music from the clubhouse,
We worked up a sweat and grass ass stains.
The stars watched but said nothing,
While we regained our breath.
In that moment there was no garbage,
Only the smell of cinnamon rolls.

I want to scream,
“Let it all go.”
All the garbage, all the bias.

Tomorrow, I will invite the deer inside.