All that dung
Man
Look at all that dung.
Dung of bombs, bullets and cars,
Plenty of plastic and tinfoil dung for
God and His angels in Heaven to wrap all
Their vegetables and stars.
Dung, dung, dung.
Man, why did you create
So much dung? Dung!
Who gives a dung about dung?
But when God gives the
Cosmic enema look out for the
Dung.
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