oh, it’s important

excrete excrete excrete, you’ve got to
excrete, you’ve got to keep
excreting, you can’t
stop, you shan’t
stop.

keep
excreting.

you don’t know how IMPORTANT this
is
you forget that excreting is a
MUST

you do other things:
you talk on the telephone
you drive a car, you bathe, you shave, you
sleep, you eat, you get angry, you get happy, you
get bored

but
you’ve got to excrete
even if they are going to blow up the
world
even if your auto insurance is
canceled
you’ve got to
excrete.

every time I excrete I am amazed and
delighted, I look down
there and know that
I probably have another 24 hours coming to
me.

I lived with a woman once who said to
me, “listen, what is this thing you have with
shit?   you seem
obsessed with
shit!

“I am writing a book about
shit,” I told her, “I am now on page
379.”

“oh, my god,” she
said.

“have you done it yet
today?” I asked
her.

she left me for another kind of
man

but not really:   he had to excrete
too.

we all
dilly dally with this
thing.
it’s
us.

I don’t see why we have to hide
when we do
it.

but look now, if you’ll pardon me, I
have to….