My shit sticks to my asshole,
I never think it is right,
The sphincter muscles try their best,
Sometimes they lose the fight.
I sit there thinking about the world,
With shit swaying in the wind.
Sometimes the cogitations can go deep,
Feel the shit dry on the skin.
I always arrive at hurried viewpoints,
Distant binaries that won't see eye to eye,
To dislodge, my finger I lodge
Into the self-righteous pie.
I hate it, but sometimes I'm forced,
To get out of the incarceration.
Sometimes I imagine a lady licking it loose,
And enjoy the masturbation.
With a plop, the good news drop,
And I flush the poop away,
I need to fix a mini black hole,
To my hole one future day.
