What goes in, always,
Comes out,
Through the butthole of life,
Which is shit itself.
Such a waste,
That we are born,
Live,
And die,
Fighting for things,
Money
Materials,
Fucking things,
That we can’t take with us,
When we die.
What a fucking waste it all is,
Yet somehow,
Everything and everyone is needed,
For the next phase of waste.
Poop becomes fertilizer,
We become reborn,
Into whatever else is shit out next.