2024-04-30
Lyrics
"Hey now, bowel, let's drop it cool, plop plop plop!" "Hear that splash, rhythm sad, in the silent stall..." "Now, now, guts! Digestion's got beat. It's where nature's at - in the moment, that is!" "You can trust your gut, it's a natural run!" "And biological innovation!" "That's what I drop!" Snap snap snap, in the echo chamber, release, Waves of relief, the porcelain throne's peace. Crescendo's rush, in the quietude of hush, Nature's call, in the stall, transcends the flush. The gut's soliloquy, pipes whispering truths, In the solitude of the loo, the tempo soothes. Oh dear, what's this, a twist of fate, so unkind Not a square to spare, the roll's left behind 'Tis a truth, unclean, a stalwart, dirty scene In the groove of need, beatnik's hygiene's lean In the rhythm of woe, the boxers must pay the cost A sacrificial cloth, for cleanliness that's lost Rap tap tap, a consequence in water's spin Clogged whispers rise, a jam session within Betrayed by the throne, the jester's feet weep With socks soaked through, this isn't a beat one keeps Oh, the porcelain god, why have you failed? Beatnik cries in the stall, footwear assailed Eyes lock, the moment's broke, the vibe's harsh and mean Who knew relief had a witness, in this awkward scene? No beat, no jazz, just the silent scream of privacy's theft My rhythm's gone, my flow's bereft Exposed and cold, my stare's a plea, close that door This ain't no show, this throne's a solo encore
