A drunk mahout with shit in his ass to shoot,
Tied to an equally drunk elephant, I see.
Maybe I'm drunk, or last night's undigested junk,
Making me hallucinate for free.
My asshole very tired, my mind quite wired,
From last night's diarrhea spree.
The holy gods came, heads held in shame,
Couldn't say what was wrong with me.
Yellow and fluid, if I were a druid,
I would test what's in that shit.
With my head in a spin, febrile funk I'm in,
I'll wait until I feel a little fit.
