Nature, Nature, Who are You?

Nature, Nature, Who are You?

The machine
skippin a
beat

And you
in the
chair

Like a
devil

Drippin your
blood

Your humble
mom

With a
stick

In her
hand

Wonderin about
your state

You care
no for
yourself

Nor for
the humanity
around

Your little
doggy comes

And licks
you on
the leg

Remindin its
time for
Nature

You go
to the
bathroom

And pi
in the
Pot

Built by
your ancestors

With their
humble skin

Caution: This might be all theory

 

 

 

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