You are the blockage

    In my colon

And now I'm up to here

    With this shit

I've got to pass you

    Or I'll get sick

    Or explode

And die

Because you wouldn't move.

I've tried pushing--

You won't budge.

I've tried a laxative

To make it easier for you to move

And I thought you were going to move

But you didn't move an inch.

But now you'd better git

    Fast

Because with friends like you--

    I prefer enemas.

7/27/00