Shit tracks Randy, shit tracks

I used to be full of shit. (and this ain't gay)

so full of shit my eyes were brown. now they're green, or greening

because I opened up all the shit valves. every pore and orifice and vessel

to allow for the shit to stop building pressure. to let the shit seep out. slow as fuck.

goddamn does it take a while, to not be full of shit. you get soo

PACKED (not fudgepacked) by all the bullshit,

that you're constantly wiping shit off of you. who wants to be around someone

who is always wiping shit? smells like shit, looks like shit..must be shit.

the hardest part is not closing the shit valves again. eventually the shit well runs dry (ricky)

and you can be filled with whatever you want.

so next time you see someone wiping shit off of himself, grab some gloves

and give him a hand goddammit.

he's trying

are you trying to make a monster out of me?

break me down to hands and knees;

to be trapped in a box to thrash as you please?

attempting with vigor to shake loose my "disease".

I can not be disposed of with such little ease.

ready & set to brace myself for impact;

in this tomb of a world, your reward the broken back.

there's no looking, only seeing

when your bracing yourself

darkness has nothing its concealing

what if it felt as if I were oxen?

or a dog to bring the flocks in?

happily utilized for a menial claim

terminated menially for a Show of Faith,

like any slave, servant, to be chaste

for the sake of the save face.

so here I am yours to shake.

as my grip grows stronger each day,

and your grasp fades with each thrash you make,

one day, when these confines break;

I will be master, & you will be slave.

suck on that shit