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Poems of Antiquity
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You might be afraid
You might be ashamed
You just might not like the smell
But no matter how rich
How smart
How pretty
You still have to shit for yourself.
It might make you sick
It might make a scene
It just might kill the romance
But you can't let others do your duty
'Cause the doody must come
Straight out of your pants.
It might feel slimy
It might seem squishy
It might be rancid, rotten or rank
(And I hope you're taking this sitting down)
We all must make our daily deposits
To the bank we know as the porcelain tank.
You can eat pasta
Cheesy clumpy rice
Go ahead and eat the entire granular class
But like a guided missile
Like a deep sea bass
Even with its eyes closed
It still finds your ---.