Tuesday, June 14, 2005

shitterless hus, a shitty sing talking poem

there once was a hus
on top of a hill
that belonged to the uncle
of one Kellea Mill-
-er, she had kill-
-er good looks,
her friends were fools of a Took,
they thought they could cook
the goose that laid the oily eggs
that was drinking away the world
down to its dreggs
so they packed up their beggs (say this new zealand style)
and put out their feggs (or cloves, if they didnt smoke feggs, or incense
if they didnt smoke cloves, or garbage if they didnt do anything at all
smoke related)
they got on a bus
and headed to a hus...
on a hill above a
that wasn't toooooo
but inspite of
the house didn't haaaave aaaaa

la, La, LA, LAAAAAAA.....

shitterless hus! shitterless hus!
better lets US,
shit in the BUSH-US,
and if we CAN,
find a CAN,
or even a PAN,
we can take care of OUR shit,
and finally stop this BUSH shit.

see this morning i was sitting on the throne, peeing, not shitting, and i
was washing, (i try not to use paper when i pee now, i wash, it was hard
at first, but all good now. with shitting, i still sometimes use paper,
but sometimes wash. you wanted to know that right?) and i remembered how
we came back from the city and up those stairs at the side of the house
and then skiddled off the trees to take a shit. didnt even dig or
nothing, just sat and shat, and then wiped with a dry leaf and hoped that
all was still well with the world, and prayed that none of y'all saw me.

shitterless HUS! shitterless HUS!
hope you don't mind if i CUSS
about that
shitterless HUS! shitterless HUS!
cuz even though it sounds like i FUSS
really i know
shitterless HUS! shitterless HUS!
was the shiznit, the doowickety hang dawg
that liggity let US
rock the streets, drum the beats
in the early morning BUS
on the way to the
Luuuuuuuuuuuuuu (even thought the house didnt have a loo)

somebody write that in Tha-yiii.


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