Loads that Bear Measure

[Brownlie]

I was born into this bowl of crap. -- I love the word crap because it's an easy way to strip crap of weight. However, this is too vague. What kind of crap were you born into. Even if you're trying to be funny, fly-swarmed crap or any other detail would augment the gravitas, so the splash hits your cheeks at least. 
Dropped on heavy burden.
In the heap of it all, I managed my weight.
But
Thptpthptpth!
First thing in the morning.
Is this fat guy one stall over
My future? -- lol. Just need to manage shits. Doing this makes sure you avoid these types of situations. 



Thoughts/opinions/attacks/ or general critiques welcome!

In all honesty, this poem is sort of a cop out. It's dancing around crap. 100 percent honesty often flounders. Good luck. I think you have a voice. You might have to chisel at some dung nuggets first. This review is belligerent. You know better than this BS.