Every night in my DMs.

I see poo, I feel poo.

That is how I know you, go poop.

Far across the distance.

And spaces between us.

You have come to show you, go poop.

Near, fart, wherever you are.

I believe that the shart does go on.

Once more you open the back door.

And you’re here in my heart and my heart will go poo and poo.