Crude

Wait!

Stop!

I can't compete

running you down

with my bare feet

I may be strong

I may be well endowed

But those ain't the only reasons

why I am proud

I've got to eat

within a crowd

I will howl

when the room goes loud

My eyes are raw

they are caught on you

one more glance

or just a few

It's the only thing I'm really good at,

isn't it?

Well I don't really give a s---

I'm way past thought

beyond the teachings

The things I've taught

the other-world preachings

Now I'm a clam

In your palm

Nothing stirs

In the impending calm

I push it down

It pops back up

One more coin

in my beggar's cup

Time never stops slowing down

I'm repeating

swine and pauper

It's me kept feeding

Swish!

Slop!

Waxing my grizzled beard

Plucking the hairs from my ears

Don my boots

I give a kick

Slap my fat pig

with an old hickory stick

Crude is what

my life's all about

Now I'm off!

down and out!