i probably should just not be chewing with my mouth wide open
in public places and smiling at all the faces around,  with a s.hit eating grin

my secret kept in my suitcase that I keep all my s.hit in

just in case,  i get the feeling my not so secret life,  is a sin

feeling all confused and not knowing what to do.  i trade in my suitcase for a new pair of shoelaces

even tho they are soiled and stained,  i lace them up anyways and embrace the day

i hope it's just a day packed full of s.hit!  i'm drawn to it!

like a moth to a flame,  that you should have never f.ucking lit!

with wits,  that have the same worth as that s.hit.  another idiot is born

with dreams too tall.  he can't resist being buried neck deep in it

after all, nothing gets resolved when s.hitty thoughts get involved

it's so easy to feel lost when all you have are s.hitty thoughts

but why should you care?

to you,  those s.hitty thoughts just as well be like,  unanswered prayers

rejected and sent elsewhere

a place far from there,  but not anywhere near over here

but just down the road from everywhere

somewhere far from anywhere,  where there is a road to go somewhere else

somewhere like Elsewhere.  where else ya gonna go?

last time you didn't do a f.ucking thing!  you went nowhere?

and you got f.ucking lost?

lost without ever going anywhere?

lost nowhere?  you don't know where?  but you were there?

so you head on down the road wanting to go somewhere else,  for someplace to go

and now you're here.  here is where you are

at least you are here and it's somewhere to be.  better than being somewhere else

like lost,  not knowing if you were here,  there,  or why you were even somewhere else

your head starts to fuucking spin!  you can't remember if you were coming or going?  if you are here?  or way the f.uck over there?

but your stinking thinking starts in,  sinking in.  you're f.ucked!  you don't know if you are somewhere else or somewhere,  like Elsewhere

It was all too much of a trip.  will you ever be the same?

you can never go back!  because that s.hit leaves a stain!

never ending, piles for miles!  you're in it deep!  drowning in it!

sinking your teeth in,  even deeper than before

this time we can't ignore the stench of your breath

and somehow?  you are proud?  of the pile that surrounds

the smell it gives off,  is everywhere around.  people fold,  they fall

they even drop to the ground

with s.hit stuck in your teeth!  you seem to be so f.ucking proud?

leaving no one out!

so foul,  you must have s.hit yourself.  too overwhelmed today

getting way too carried away with way too many s.hitty thoughts

day after day after day.  but it's the price you pay

for all the days spent,  just  sitting in your own s.hit

pouting about the day it was that you pinched one off too late

and that was the day,  all that you could do to make it back to being okay,    was to absorb the aroma as it circled the drain

it's so f.ucking sad that it's a tragedy.  all that personality and it never had a name.

but it will be known around the world,  just how attached you were,  to the **** known as,

"the one that got away"

you let that one just slip on by.  let it go.  without any goodbye

left you feeling that that number two just didn't work out too well for you

you believe purpose is here and all around there.  it's very near

you're so close to it,  but don't think that we don't know,  that you are so full of it

hell, you got lost going nowhere?

i'll just stay right here and joke about it,  as your opportunity to fail every attempt at it

choking it down,  as the bottom falls out from beneath

your secret sin is not safe enough.  that s.hit eating grin has given you up

you walk around town with s.hit packed in your teeth

you sick fuck!  you're on your way down!

nothing to pick you up now.  you hope no one found you out

if they only knew how proud you are for chewing so loud

people would just turn around.  some would probably escape death
and survive underground,  to get away from your breath

so which half of that s.hit sandwich did you chomp down on?

all gone nothing left,  but something smells like death hanging around!

it's all over town!  stinks like holy hell!  Everyone is breathing upside down!

you can't help yourself.  from the rooftop,  you let go of yourself

from the top of your lungs you sing and you sing it out loud

a f.ucking disgrace with s.hit all over his face.  so tone it the f.uck down!

people all around town f.ucking hate you now!

why the f.uck are you so proud!?  you are such a f.ucking let down!

yet you're so f.ucking proud that you let everyone down?

chowing down,  chomping out loud,  not giving a f.uck who was around!


you up and just f.ucking let all that s.hit go

and now when you are out and about,  you go for a stroll

you tear it up,  til you get on a roll

you now strut your stuff.  you're beginning to boogie down

you just can't help yourself,  you flaunt yourself all around town

you walk f.ucking sideways on the f.uckin ceiling,  turning the town upside f.ucking down

moving in and out while you're out and about grooving around town

f.uck Ya!  you know it now!  to you,  it's as clear as the air

your s.hit don't stink

and you're doing it all with a square peg round f.ucking hole attitude

boasting about how it sounds to be so experienced

you can now say you found a new way to take a bite out of life

screaming into the f.ucking microphone with your lungs topped out!

singing to the whole **** world.  and you ain't done singing til you spit your f.ucking lungs out!

we know, you're letting us all know,  that the world is the stage and you're the mother f.uckin show

you tore into that s.hit,  just to f.ucking tear it up!

to let all the world know,  that you're down with that s.hit.  you know all about it

cause remember when there was a time when s.hit tastes like s.hit

you can now live your life with all of your dreams

that are too close to be seen?  slightly out of reach!

but they're right f.ucking here!  dreams as big as big can be!

just over the horizon.  waiting for me!

while i wonder why?  i'm chasing down,  my own f.ucking dream!  that flees from me?

now that's some f.ucked up ****!  how can this be?

what the f.uck is happening?  this isn't my dream!

wake me the f.uck up!  this is too f.ucked up!

i can't take this anymore!  this nightmare has no door?


i just s.hit myself again,  with no one around to smell my secret sin

no one to tell

you're allowed to keep your secret to yourself,  but you're so full of s.hit no one wants you around!

nobody wants to help you!  they want no part of you,  it,  or any of your s.hit!

you're a sick f.uck!  you can't even smell it!

so save yourself,  your f.ucking self!

and do it all alone,  with no one else,  without other people around


you and your stench,  all by yourself.  at last

alone and attached and never looking back

you want it now more than ever!  you can't help yourself!

to have this moment,  together but alone

it's time to break wind!  let the stink sink in!

take the deepest breath ever!  hold it in for forever!

absorb it in!  deep down within!

you know it now,  you're in love with your secret sin

you begin to find your place again.  stinking the whole place up!  where the f.uck have you been?

go,  get lost!  go look for the reason.  the reason you're so driven

Why, wonder why you're so drawn to find a meaning that is hidden, or a reason why the meaning is lost

you've spent a lifetime.  it goes on and on and on.  with an appetite so strong

it's been a long time,  since lunchtime.  you feel the hunger growing inside

s.hit tastes better sometimes.  so choke it all down,  take it as prescribed

you may be surprised with it all over your face.  you disgusting disgrace!

how can you live with yourself?  yet,  seem so amazed?

with the aftertaste that you now crave

so savor the flavor.  pack your cheeks full of that s.hit

go ahead,  get on with it!    embrace your newly acquired taste for s.hit?

because the moment you bit.  you just couldn't quit

you chewed forever.  it changed you forever

never again,  will your disgusting secret sin ever begin to be a taste
that anyone else would ever crave

more like,  never crave the taste of someone else's waste


you're losing yourself.  lost in the odor

it's only here for a short time! and doesn't have much hang time!

your heart is now racing!  you believe,  now is the time!

that it all begins!  you know that feeling!

it triggers your mood to a s.hitty attitude,  to get s.hit faced again!

you know it now.  it's the taste of your secret sin

out comes an overly eager smile!  it peeks out from within!

and when all hell breaks loose.  the s.hit show begins!
that this f.ucked up,  s.hit faced mother f.ucker is at it again!

always in over his head whenever he wears that s.hit eating grin

now that you have found me,  i feel so tragically sad
and I want to make you feel just as f.ucking bad

so,  f.uck off!    go flush your s.hitty thoughts

don't forget to wipe and stop craving it.  don't let it consume you

for f.ucks sake!  stop consuming s.hit!

stop your s.hit faced ways!

forget about secret sins.  s.hit eating grins

just stop it all!  before s.hit faced even begins

take a shit, and don't be so loud.  do it without the slightest sound

alone,  away from any public place.  stay out of the crowds

never open your suitcase!

don't be so f.ucking proud when you shovel s.hit into your mouth

close that f.ucking briefcase!  do it right the f.uck now!

this isn't the place to showcase the sick display that you embrace
just to go someplace wearing it smeared all over your face

you are a f.ucking disgusting disgrace!

just s.hit without obsessing about s.hit

just get it over with,  and move on along

let it be known that everyone who hates you,  they all want you gone!

to stay the f_uck away!

so,  so long,  get gone already!  and I'll be right here

hoping to hell that you're on your way to having a s.hitty f.ucking day