Eat
smell
fuck
fart
shit
fly
be free.

Where stinks the tuna land,
I do love thee.

Upside backwards. Keep rolling still.
Pop the green, 10 milligram, fun-loving pill.

Whiskey guzzle, nuzzle muzzle, brown liquid down.
This rhyme, do shove where honey goes, and become you will a clown.

Yell do not these words to be a flame fiery.
Picked you did, 8 boogers of Syd, else a liar be.

Down them gobble, bobble wobble, wallow in the lard.
Too wild you be, and we you free, out into the yard.

Your pretty butt, now you do strut, out in the world to roam.
Confined never more to the fucking bore of a greenhouse silicon dome.