A.right in it!

In my hast i tripped and fell,
into that unholy smell.
First my hand the my face,
in my mouth i do taste.
I curse the thing thay left it there,
with no shame,with no care.
In my hair,on my clothes,
thay odious waft up my noise.
I try to stand but loose my grip,
and all up to my neck in SHIT!