Bugs give me diarrhea
My croaking gone all wrong
Don't get high on local frond
Want something really strong
If only I could reach my warts
They're a storehouse of euphoria
My tongue is loose from trying
And gray from the dysphoria
I sit here with a pasty face
The buzz of annoying flies and flea
No one's really bothered about
The death of honesty
People in the boondocks hate my guts
"Tell it as it is" is me
Snakes are rough their tempers huff
I hate their hiss you see
My asshole in stitch after a violent itch
Lost my trust in this pond
The flies are bland taste puke stale
Hateful even the tadpoles spawned
The next generation has no respect
What'll happen when I'm gone
Must interrupt the chat now
Feel a poot coming on
