After a wholesome session of shit
I'm less frazzled, feel fit
The world becomes liveable
And I, a tad loveable
I know people don't talk about shit
They call it defecation
As if a more formal name
Changes what or where it comes from
I don't do that
I'm not politically polite
I can't be your honest pal
If you call your shit "shite"
And your asshole is important too
You'll die if it's corked
The rice, the beans, must all come out
Everything you've porked
And don't worry about the smell
There's no man who don't stink
Part of being just another animal
Can I make you think?
