the turd wave


the turd wave ( evaw drut eht )

waking as the pastures baa
nature is a morning star

walk before the sun is up
rising like a buttercup

with a camera & a pen
breathe beyond the lies of men

butterflies & bumblebees
blossom petals on the breeze

listen to the bells of blue
knelling not of mutant pooh

hit the hills & dance with ants
as the normalz shat their pants

hare the air & scribble on
plod a song – on airstrip one

wander from this sinking shit
– doris johnson is a tit