I'm a bit of a cunt

The title doesn't exactly make sense, now, does it? How is one ever only part of another's anatomy? How can a person embody a particular area of oneself, or anyone else, to such a degree that they are, effectively, only worth a segment of ones entirety? I'm drunk and rambling. My food is ready. I'm an arse-hole.

To consider myself

in any way,

I would consider myself

an arsehole.

To some,

it is a thing of beauty;

a grand source of pleasure-

and to others,

it is simply foul

and of only the purpose

to defile.

Whatever one’s view,

there lies a truth;

Shit passes through it.

But do not hate it

for your own interpretation of it,

but consider,

it has its use

within the natural body

and only does

as it can,

as it was made

to be.