All the bickering of which is best
The song, the canvass, the word, the marbled stone,
The rest
Pittance such luxury
Lacking any test
Pittance yes!
Void of existential quest
Ver-Sed, Ver-Sed
Who maketh thee?
Who taketh thee
And
Sedateth me?
Who bends me forward
to hit the spine
And
Dullen me?
Who slips the Foley in
To
Empty me?
Who punches holes
And cuts me now
From Navel
To
My wooly down?
And snips
The Sigmoid
Removing
For all time
My frown?
Salud to you
Dear Surgeon Dan
My Bowel
Your David
Your Peter Pan
Your Ode,
Your Humboldt’s Gift
Oh gaze upon
My tummy’s rift
True art
Surpasses tests of time
True art
Yields gifts sublime
True art
Transforms the crass
True art
Allows the gas to pass
Oh sirens
Sing celestial praise
To such simple joy
Flatulence, Sulphuric haze
The joke recall
The heart, the brain, the ass?
Yo!
Urethra
Oh stream, oh river!
Flow
I work
I work again
Back now
To
Silly pursuits
I void
I void again
Satan
Look elsewhere
For thine Recruits
