I eat the flies in my eyes,
They are really yummy I think.
Better than the taste of shit paste,
That always used to stink.
But being a foodie, I love my shit,
I understand that's not crazy.
But what is bad, and I become sad,
When my shit ferments lazy.
I shit on complexity, I like simplicity,
The lines are black and bold.
In my mind the rhymes dull the crimes,
That everyday I'm forced to behold.
Then I piss on it, and cover it,
And it becomes a manure plot.
On it I grow cabbage and lettuce,
I love sandwiches a lot.
I give my miss, complexity soaked in piss,
She sucks it in with a straw.
How we laugh, then hooping cough,
Our love always vermin raw.
