I See Smelly Poo. Everywhere.

When I walk down the street there it is, Poo.

From the wrong ends,

my smelly poo friends,

walk and talk,

stare and galk.

Poo is what they are, Poo is what they do

Poo.

Poo. Poo.

Poo. Poo. Poo. poop.

They "Poo" on me, they "Poo" on you.

They Poo.

Rather than fertilize, and culti-vize

they bring truth to the stereotype

"Poop is just Poop"

Rather than let rise and rise

they stink and think

They think they are better

But they are Poo

Poo.

Poo. Poo.

Poo. Poo. Poo. poop.

We are all poop, stinky smelly poop.

Some stay Poo. Others become the trees

Some stay Poo. Others become fossilized poop.

Some stay Poo. Others become the life of a new day.

Some stay shit. Others know how shitty, shit is, and change.

Some stay shit. Others say shitty is not enough, and evolve anew.

Poo. Poo. Poo.                                                           poop.

Poo. Poo.                                                                   poop.

Poo.                                                                            poop.

                                                                                   poop.

Moral of the story?

Poo is poop.

poop is Poo.

Just because you shit doesn't mean you have to spatter.

Does it really matter that your Poo deserves a silver platter.

Poo is poop.

poop is Poo.