I know I'm fit when I shit
Multicolored poop a tad.
A thimble full can kill a bull
The stench is really very bad.
I eat the bull, that's so cool,
Then shit some more for fun.
The day starts with a turd, then curd,
The smell just makes me run.
I keep the shit, in bags that fit,
Air proof to ferment fast.
Isn't at all easy, feel sometimes queasy,
Farts like bombs I blast.
At night I eat, leftover treats,
The fridge full of rotting meat.
Never turn it on, fungus I spawn,
Hallucinate on fermented shit.
I see a miss, wet tongue kiss,
I lick the parts where she sweats.
Her smells are nice, sex my vice,
My love juice makes her wet.
The gods love me, my shit they see,
As a solution to their hunger whim.
When skies are bright, in a lot of light,
They suck my asshole rim.
