Nip and tuck, now two ways to fuck,
But shit comes out of only one hole.
By the gods I swear, I wear no underwear,
To fill the planet with shit, my goal.
Holy this plan, so I don't shit in a pan,
But it's always outdoors and free.
Across the land, hand holding hand,
Let's shit ourselves back to the tree.
Branch to branch, we can dance,
There's fermentation to explore.
Then further regression to fish I suppose,
Until there's nothing left to whore.
Then from dust, to crystal, then molecules,
Then atoms, quarks and so on.
Finally there's that nothing from which we came,
Into which we'll all be finally gone.
