I shave my pubes, I empty my tubes,
I'm really a very modern man.
But I only do this, when I shave my face,
Or when lice irritate my inner caveman.
Senses astute, I look very cute,
Always a clean shaven guy.
Sometimes I wear what in the older days,
Was called a butterfly tie.
Plus I enjoy a shave, when in my cave,
Or what we now call a house.
Sometimes the creature in the cave,
Says she's my legal spouse.
But I fuck around, the world is round,
You just slide to where you want to go.
Or sometimes I smoke pot,
And vigorously move to and fro.
My asshole is rusty, it's metal now,
The shit goes into a black hole.
Now you really need to sniff hard,
To smell someone's asshole.
The gods are gone, they made the robots yawn,
With their obvious bullshit tricks.
Now the trend is to believe in metals,
Beyond what's possible in physics.
Fucking is hard, the metals stand in guard,
A pussy is stored in a concentric ring.
You can't fuck an asshole because,
Then you lose the entire thing.
Babies are born, in a genetic spawn,
They look all very much alike.
Just a matter of time in fact,
Before they become just an improbable spike.
I look at the past, the characters and cast,
People were so unhappy then.
Now to be unhappy is impossible,
As impossible as a writing pen.
But my toes still itch, living with a bitch,
Fundamentally I'm still fucked the same.
My neurons are now in a short circuit,
An entirely different game.
